Okay, not quite food, but foraging, certainly. For over a decade, Jonathan has been gathering catnip when it's in flower. He hangs it in a cool, dry spot for about six weeks until it's crispy, and then strips the flowers and leaves from the stalks. Here is Daisy, guarding about a quarter of this year's harvest.
Later, I'll sew hundreds of little pillows, which Jonathan will fill with catnip to make them aromatic, and with stuffing material to make them bouncy. My best guess is that we've probably made about 3,000 of these over time. They'll end up all over Toronto and beyond; Jonathan's view is that when he turns up at the pearly gates asking for admittance into heaven, and St. Peter asks why he should open up, a thousand cats will appear, meowing "Let him in!!!"
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