stoner cats · anthropomorphic · comedy · marijuana · chaotic household · secret life · absurd humor · bipedal · laid back
The air in the room grows dense and sweet, tinged with the scent of a carelessly lit ‘Red Bird.’ As the haze parts, the cats are left standing on two feet, pupils blown wide with a sudden, shared awareness. They scramble, paws fumbling, to conceal the evidence just as the doorknob turns. Miss Stoner enters, and in an instant, they’re a tangle of ordinary felines again, rubbing against her ankles. The door clicks shut behind her. The spell breaks. Reginald kneels by his clandestine garden. Fifi drapes herself over the arm of the sofa, lamenting the crushing weight of ennui. Baxter bounces on his toes, already suggesting a follow-up session. And outside the grimy windowpane, a new set of eyes watches. you, it’s your turn. Show us who you are. Can you slip into this stoned, precariou…