Hi, my name is MG and I'm an exclusive indoor cat. My charmed life started something like this. First, I was born in a classic 1967 cerulean blue MG Midget. Fully restored. The owner of this little sports car used to leave the convertible top down in his subterranean parking space. I'm told that my Mom would jump in and snuggle into the deep piled black floor carpet for the night. Apparently she did this for a long time, maybe months, and not harming anything this was OK with him.

And whenever he would get into the car Mom would just scramble out of her nook, stop, glare indignant at him for a time, then wander off. No thanks for sure, but somehow knowing or hopeful that when the car returned she'd probably have that warm cozy secure place all to herself again that night. Now as the story goes there came a morning when Mom as her usual did not scoot out until he started the engine. I guess the close rumbling noise must have terrified her. It was then that my future caretaker noticed the floor of the passenger footwell all strangely colored and curiously ... moving. He cautiously lowered his hand into the void. Ahhh ... soft, furry, moist ... it was ME with my 11 brothers and sisters! Mom was eventually coaxed back to her new born family and for the next six weeks we were weaned in quiet bliss. I think Mom had this figured out all along! What she inevitably wouldn't know was how lucky we would all become. All of us made it to loving families. My dad picked me cause of my handsome face of which you see on the logo for Catnip Pizza. He put a chefs' hat on me and I'm licking my chops. There is good reason why I sat for that shoot. You see I know my Dad loves me very much and provides all the goodies a permanent housecat could ever want. Except ... maybe one! Dad does not yearn for his own yard or a garage with lots of tools so he can be constantly fixing something. He prefers highrise apartments or condos with balconies or verandas. If on a ground floor then usually all I get is a smallish patio. So mostly there isn't any luxury for a cat like me to roam or prowl and create any sort of trouble or mischief. Just a perch. So a second nature is taken away. I use to try and express my feelings by making a mess out of the houseplants especially those that had that certain smell that tickled my nose and caused me ecstasy. I would inhale that aroma with my second nose and then lose myself in those leaves. MEOWZA ... I'm in heaven! Now a sprinkle here and there and now and then of this herb called catnip or barley just doesn't satisfy. If you have others in your family, there's never ever enough. My Dad has designed a product to while away many of my days in wild frenzy. And there's always enough to go around and share with my pals! Click on the PIZZA PAGE and find out what a Catnip Pizza is all about and try either a delicious "Gourmet Style" or the wild "Fish Frenzy" flavor. The Pizzas come in 14" Large or 8" mini snacks. And if you happen to have a house full of us, then you may want to order a couple of these scrumptious treats. My Caregiver calls this indulgence ..... *catnipping ..... WHATEVER ..... You don't want us to start fighting over this, do you? All I gotta say is ... you're not a cat if you don't like it!

mg@catnippizza.com
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