Maybe it was just nerves that made our cat pee on the Belgian waffle buffet, but the LSD-laced catnip may have played a part.

Muffy the cat felt electric. Her psychedelics were kicking in already, over breakfast. Her guru would be so proud.

Before dinner, Arjuna the cat meditated lovingly on his guru (who also happened to be his human) sharing the ultimate truths of love and peace while sitting in the lotus position, and using this as his focus, practiced lovingkindness toward the universe, radiating waves of love into the wider world that were visible in a spectrum of colors.

Arjuna the cat’s serene meditation was about to be interrupted by that most seductive of earthly sounds: the gentle ‘pop’ of a can of wet food.

Ever since we've switched to the canned cat food that's just the bones of the fish, Duskie has been passive-aggressively meditating when we serve her dinner.

My cat seeks to overcome suffering and desire by walking the eightfold path of contemplation. Rotting fish bones are easy for her to ignore for now, but just wait until she sees the sushi I picked up for dinner tonight.