HazelNutCoffee, I have to admit I’ve always kind of had a Dope-crush on you, but this thread just about seals the deal.
:: blushes :: If I knew getting an imaginary cat hypothetically high could attract guys, I’d have done it a long time ago. 
(In my imagination, of course.)
vetbridge, that story is hilarious. Fortunately, my roommate is not quite that desperate. Yet, anyway.
Who says people these days have no imagination?
Heh, who doesn’t?
Not true. Cats licking has nothing to do with cooling… licking the fur is ineffective as the moisture never reaches their skin. Cats perspire through their paws.
Or when my friend hypothetically took someone else’s hypothetical epilepsy pills as a joke and ended up hypothetically falling asleep mid-ascent on a hypothetical flight of stairs and proceeded to hypothetically sleep for about 50 hours straight.
No no no - that was my imaginary BIL and an imaginary Siamese and you forgot about the part where he’d then throw the imaginary cat on the imaginary roof.
It would be catatonic.
In my experience - or my imagination, I forget which - cats like pot. Not the taste or anything, but they straight up like getting a bit ripped. I’ve never done the putting-imaginary-cat-under-imaginary-shirt-and-blowing-smoke-down-collar thing, but I’ve noticed imaginary cats will drop whatever they’re doing and appear in the room and stay there when the humans are passing the bong around. I think there’s enough smoke in the room to give them a mild buzz. And it does seem like a very feline sort of drug. I wouldn’t imagine they’d like booze.
Nah, I had a cat who bumped into walls his whole life; no drugs were involved. That’s why we named him George of the Jungle.
It’s rarely fatal but if the animal is tripping badly or has any respiratory depression it might help to have it seen. We can treat them supportively and keep them from injuring themselves until the effects wear off.
And no, we do not report anyone to the police if their pet eats their drugs. The only people who I’ve seen get in trouble are the teenagers who finally confess to their parents that Fido or Fluffy must have eaten the joint that they were holding for their friend.
The same reaction we have when we eat catnip.
er imaginary owners should not be too concerned, but they should make sure to have some imaginary food around, and an imaginary laser pointer wouldn’t hurt, since imaginary cats react to imaginary pot similarly to how imaginary humans do. The difference is that cats really don’t like the feeling of having less control, so paranoia (on the imaginary cat’s part) may reign. Were I the imaginary owner in question, I would watch the imaginary cat for any troubling signs, but since it’s damn near impossible to OD on weed, I wouldn’t worry about it too much.
But the imaginary owners could certainly take this as a lesson in how not to store their imaginary weed.
FTR, I once sold a bag of weed to someone who happened to be looking for a name for her new chinchilla. Well, she left the bag a little too close to the chinchilla cage one night and the little furball ate a nug or two–and loved it. From then on, it was named Tokey. 
OK, this is getting weird. I’m starting to have my suspicions about you. Have you and I ever been in the same room at the same time? I don’t think so. Coincidence? :dubious:
Maybe not. The psychoactive effect of catnip is not well-understood. It seems to be more of a stimulant/sedative continuum substance, with some sexual response. It’s processed by the vomeronasal organ. Cats fed catnip in gelatin capsules (so it’s are digested but doesn’t register with the vomeronasal organ) don’t act funny. Catnip is not thought to be psychedelic in cats, and it isn’t in humans.
The psychoactive effect of theoretical marijuana on theoretical lab mammals can include both a decrease in serotonin and an increase in serotonin (depending on dose size). Serotonin performs a variety of functions in the brain and body, some regulatory. Various dysregulations of serotonin may be associated with hallucinations.
Cats have serotonin. Cats also have anandamide (an endogenous cannabinoid), another neurotransmitter associated with marijuana response. Therefore, it might behoove one to keep hypothetical cats away from theoretical LSD, x, and SSRIs as well as marijuana. You, however, have no vomeronasal organ, and can probably eat some catnip with relative impunity.
All these imaginary cats! I once had real roommates and real cats, and one of my roommates had a boyfriend who liked to smoke catnip, which he rolled into ZigZag cigarette papers. He would come over with these bags of catnip–it must have been catnip, it really attracted my cats, and they seemed to love this guy. They would do everything possible to try to steal this catnip. Since smoking catnip made him a little less inclined to pay attention, at least once this ended up with his catnip all over the floor, and both cats rolling in it and eating it, and one cat with a baggy over her head. (That was how he carried his catnip–in a baggy.)
No cats were actually harmed following this scenario although they were cussed out. They…didn’t care.
Are you saying that the table is real?
…but the curtains were drawn.
Should I trust any observation about hypothetical pot-eating cats from a poster named TheLoadedDog?
I have a hypothetical anecdote to contribute here which, oddly enough, also features an imaginary feline which allegedly belonged to a fictitious friend of mine. The imaginary cat had, from a very early age, a taste for the killer weed that was truly unparalelled. He was fond of catching imaginary hits from every hypothetical person in the room, going from one to the other one step after the pipe did, nose up to every chin. He would get to the point where his eyes would only open half way, then he’d go eat his entire bowl of food, take a prodigious dump and crash on the couch after what always seemed like an unnecessarily enthusiastic cello recital. None of this ever seemed to do him a lick of harm, either.
He had quite the taste for the raw plant as well, the fresher the better. Once when some other hypothetical friends brought their completely imaginary outdoor harvest to my fictitious friends house in order that other mutually imaginary friends might come over for a bud grooming party (that never actually occurred, mind you, all this being totally fictional) this imaginary cat had the best time ever daintily plucking this leaf, then that–a smidgen of bud please–why yes I will accept a bit of snippage from the larger leaves protruding from that cola, thank you ever so! Eating the raw stuff doesn’t have any sort of psychoactive effect as THC is fat soluble and heat activated and munching leaves of it has about the same apparent toxicity as any of the other horrible things cats insist on chewing up when they’re outside. Translation: sometimes they barf it all back up. Cat just loved the flavor and smell, I guess.
This imaginary cat lived to a ripe old age–his closest call was when he allegedly ate a brand new forty sack of fictional chronic. The only reason my fictitious friend didn’t strangle the beast was that he had carefully left exactly one nug in the bag to lessen the blow. Cat was a gentleman!
I don’t know about you, but I’m starting to hypothetically paranoid.
The post that spawned this response was sacrificing accuracy for a poor attempt at a lame joke. But damn, if that wasn’t interesting.
Just put your cat down on the couch with a good dvd and bring him some pringles and he will be fine