MasterSplinter
Bluelighter
So me and my room mates have this sick little closet we cleared out. We put chairs and blacklights and black light posters in there so we roll there sometimes with glowsticks. We call it the bakin room on account of the serious pressuare bakin we do in there. We have to bongs and a piece. We never smoke blunt.
My aunt left 3 kittens with us(about 3 months old now.) And they are awesome. They chase my laser pointer and love these little catnip mouse things my sister brought. They love to play. And the love to get high.
One time not long ago, we took the cats into the bakin room. We lit up my friends 4 footer and started getting baked as fuck off some Blue trainwreck kush. Bomb weed. The room was smoked out...and I mean SMOKED out. Like Silent Hill level of fog. The cats DEF got a contact high and started relaxing. They were purring and just chilling. They became more affectionate with one another. Less sparatic and crazy...just chillaxed.
I had a little silver chain that I use to play with them. They had a BLAST. They loved it...rolling around, purring, being fuzzy and such.
Even still, me and my mate decided we wouldn't smoke em out again. Least not for awhile.
So a few days later we hop in the bakin closet and start smoking up. Suddenly we hear the little pitter patter of footsteps outside the door. Then Meowing. Littlerally like a screaming meow. Very demanding. The only other time the meow like this is right before we open the can to feed them.
So we open the door and the cats jump up on our laps. We quickly closed the door to avoid letting the smoke out.
It would seem we had guest that wanted to smoke. Furry friendly guesst. :D
So since then its been ritual. Everytime we head to the bakin room the kittens have been running in to get high with us.
How cool is that?
My aunt left 3 kittens with us(about 3 months old now.) And they are awesome. They chase my laser pointer and love these little catnip mouse things my sister brought. They love to play. And the love to get high.
One time not long ago, we took the cats into the bakin room. We lit up my friends 4 footer and started getting baked as fuck off some Blue trainwreck kush. Bomb weed. The room was smoked out...and I mean SMOKED out. Like Silent Hill level of fog. The cats DEF got a contact high and started relaxing. They were purring and just chilling. They became more affectionate with one another. Less sparatic and crazy...just chillaxed.
I had a little silver chain that I use to play with them. They had a BLAST. They loved it...rolling around, purring, being fuzzy and such.
Even still, me and my mate decided we wouldn't smoke em out again. Least not for awhile.
So a few days later we hop in the bakin closet and start smoking up. Suddenly we hear the little pitter patter of footsteps outside the door. Then Meowing. Littlerally like a screaming meow. Very demanding. The only other time the meow like this is right before we open the can to feed them.
So we open the door and the cats jump up on our laps. We quickly closed the door to avoid letting the smoke out.
It would seem we had guest that wanted to smoke. Furry friendly guesst. :D
So since then its been ritual. Everytime we head to the bakin room the kittens have been running in to get high with us.
How cool is that?
She was shaking and her eyes were wide-open and you could just tell how freaked out she was. Than 20 minutes later she just got EXTREMELY chilled out, it was quite funny actually xD. She takes prednisone which makes here extremely hungry, and she'll normally jump right up when you present her food or even just say the words "food" or "hungry" and jumps up even quicker when you ask her if she wants a treat. But she was so chilled out that I asked her if she wanted a treat and all she did was lift her head like half a millimeter bahahahhaha.
