How about a cat tango? A Tango with an Olive

As promised yesterday, here is my new video. Remember that if you like it, you can nominate it for the Internet Cat Video Film Festival here (reminder about what the festival is about here).

Just a few words about this video.

I love olives. My human once caught me licking olives on her table. Ooops. The good part is that she decided to give me one as a treat from time to time. She DID ask two vets if it was okay and they said it was if I get only one once in a while (also check here and here).

Olives have a stronger effect on me than catnip. I love to smell them and if the olive smells very good and my human is keeping it too long between her fingers, I can bite the fingers to get it (olive effect). The good thing with olives is that it can also be used as a toy! Most of the time I just eat part of it after playing.

Not all cats love olives though. Grouik and Milou for example couldn’t care less. So, use your good judgement, humans.

Catnipilicious… not.

Well, finally my human takes some time from her schedule (really, I couldn’t care less about other things she had to do) to take care of my blog.

But I don’t want to blame her too much because she thought about me this week and brought me stuff from a place she calls Manhattan (?!).

First, she came back with Maru’s book which we will read this weekend and I can talk about it later next week. Yippee!
She also bought something for herself that was wrapped in white, thick paper. My kind of paper! Of course she kept it for me!

But most of all, she brought, guess what? Catnip. Well, the plant. Well, what is supposed to be catnip. I could not recognize the plant as catnip though. Strange.

But I can only assume it was nip because someone was having a good time…

After just a few minutes, Grouik was so under the influence of nip that the humans feared he would try to fly and fall from the deck. That was embarrassing.

That was yesterday. Today, Milou and I decided to inspect the so-called catnip together.

Nope. Still didn’t smell like catnip to me.

On the other hand, guess who started to lick the plant…

Again, a bit embarrassing.

As for me, I guess I’m more of the dry-catnip type than fresh one. Oh well… I wish I had an olive instead.