and I am a catnip whore. I first became aware of my addiction when living on the streets of Las Vegas. One lady in the neighborhood grew it for her cats, but I found their stash. I had one leaf. Within an hour, not only had I eaten the entire plant, but I forgot all about having to find a box to sleep in for the night. I felt great.

Being in Vegas, it's hard to find good nip. The climate just isn't right, and once you've had fresh, well nothing else is gonna do. That dry stuff is like methadone. I gotta have real nip.

I moved to Seattle, people there love cats, and started to whore myself on Capitol Hill. I would walk around a large territory of about 8 square blocks and allow anyone, any old stranger to fondle and caress my six breasts. I would be found by my human, on the corner, rolling on my back and writhing, while this stranger rubbed my belly. All in hopes they'd give me some nip.

It's been about 2 months since my last nip. Man I need a fuckin' hit..