Syra sniffed. Her mouth watered. [I]No...[/I] She thought as she longed the sweet sensation of prancing through the fields of divine catnip. [I]No NO NO NO NO![/I] Her nose twitched.

"Aya!" Syra squealed as she toppled over from her chair and started rolling around like a mad lunatic, over loaded with catnip. Her mind was torn between hating bob and loving catnip. She couldn't think straight. Catnip was winning her mental tug-of-war. Syra mewed in delight like a newborn kitten as catnip relished in victory.