Remember, Tiddles, the first hit’s free!
I just can’t shake this image of SCL coming home to find her pride waiting by the door with a “Where’ve you been, man? I’m hurtin’!” 
Extraction with toluene? Better make sure all that toluene is gone. That stuff’s flammable, somewhat toxic, smells bad, and if it gets on your skin you can taste it on your tongue. And substituting diethyl ether? That stuff is really flammable and I’ve seen video of explosions caused by peroxide formation.
This would be a piece of cake during a weekend in the lab, but you ain’t gonna catch me doing it at my house.
Just this afternoon I put a book up in the enclosed bookshelf in my office, which is where I keep the dried stuff. (The growin’ stuff is in my husband’s office, out of harm’s way.) I didn’t notice I had knocked a small plastic bag off the shelf, until I saw Mr. Spock writhing around on the floor in feline bliss. He had chewed numerous holes in the bag and was guarding it jealously from the others. A few minutes late I saw another cat trotting around with the bag, so I looked for Spock.
Yep. At the food bowl.
Then he took a nap.
I have a stoner cat.
Periodically, when I refill the boogie mats, I get three cats in total bliss for 20 minutes, followed by a couple of hours of sleepy, drooly naps.
There’s a big huge flaw in that plan. How are the hordes or drooling, dopey kitties supposed to do your bidding while they are blissfully rolling around on the floor?
The first thing you learn is that you’ve always gotta wait.