Catnip’s little flowers, I find on closer inspection, are not plain white: they have little pink freckles. They are somewhat orchidlike in shape.

Yesterday I caught Fluffie washing its leaves.

You may ask why a member of such an edumacated household has so dull a handle as ‘Fluffie’. It happened rather by default. Her human, my housemate, neglected to name her for months; she was ‘(the) cat’ or, being a longhair, ‘(the) fluffy’ – we being of such long acquaintance that we occasionally dispense with such formalities as articles. In the fullness of time we needed something with a capital letter to write down for the vet; and so, for the sake of (the) form, ‘Fluffie’ she became.