Originally Posted by WhyFi

I woke and found signs of mayhem on the dining room table - the contents of a flower vase were scattered, adjacent window blinds askew and the culprit conveniently left tufts of fur as a calling card. Britt is usually a very mild-mannered cat, so we were in disbelief that she'd so thoroughly flipped-out.

A few minutes later, Britt hopped on top of the table again, right in front of us, tail twitching madly. My wife shooed her away, shocked. "Wait a second, honey," I said, things clicking in to place, "what are those little purple flowers that you put in the vase?"

It took a second to register, then she sheepishly replied, "cat mint. Sorry."