I walked into my house after a long exhausting day hoping for a peaceful evening but the moment I stepped inside something felt off The air smelled suspiciously strong like herbs but not the kind humans use The kitchen was a disaster The countertops were covered in tiny green leaves and my once-organized shelves looked like they had been raided by a tiny criminal And then I saw her Sitting right in the middle of the chaos was my fluffy black cat covered in catnip looking dazed guilty but also proud Her eyes locked onto mine with zero regret as if she had just achieved something legendary In front of her was the evidence an open container of catnip completely spilled over the counter and onto the floor The lid was nowhere to be found as if it had disappeared into another dimension At first I thought maybe it had fallen by accident but then I noticed the small scratch marks around the edges of the container That’s when it hit me My cat didn’t just stumble upon this mess She planned it She figured out how to open the container all by herself and unleashed absolute madness in the process She must have gone full detective mode while I was away analyzing every inch of the container testing different ways to break it open until she finally succeeded And instead of stopping there she decided to throw the ultimate catnip party rolling in it eating it tossing it around like confetti Living her best life while I was out working to pay for her expensive taste in herbs I stood there speechless Meanwhile she blinked at me once then slowly lowered her head into the pile of catnip like a professional who had reached peak relaxation If cats could talk she would probably say something like Yeah I did this So what The funniest part She looked so done with life but at the same time so satisfied like she had unlocked the next level of cat existence Now I’m standing in my own kitchen trying to figure out whether I should clean up or just accept that this is her world and I’m just living in it Meanwhile she’s vibing in her own little universe high on life and catnip So the real question is do I have a cat or do I have a mastermind criminal who throws wild parties when I’m not home.