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Lizzie was just minding her own business, doing completely normal human things that all normal humans do and no cats would ever do, and was in Shelby's swamp, digging up gross, slimy mud that got all in her fur–er, skin–and got stuck between her paw pads–no, under her fingernails. That she definitely has. And not her claws or toebeans or fur or anything else, because she was totally and completely human.
Anyways. So, she was digging up some mud, because the frogs in the froggy district were complaining about the lack of mud, and she was beginning to get annoyed by the constant ribbiting, and she smelled a faint hint of a tantalizing sweet-minty smell.
Oh my gosh, that smells amazing! She thought, purring slightly in response to the scent. She then decided to follow the scent and leave the mud behind, she could get more on the way back, after all, and this smelled heavenly.
She followed it for about a mile, which didn't surprise her, because it was a totally human thing to have an estimated 45 to 200 million olfactory receptors, as well as an olfactory organ at the roof of your mouth called a vomeronasal organ, and those who tell you that humans should actually only have 10 million olfactory receptors and don't actually have a vomeronasal organ are completely lying and are only trying to trick you into believing Lizzie is not human, when she clearly is the most human on this entire server. I mean, have you seen Jimmy? There's no way a human could be that tiny. Lizzie would know. She is the most human human ever.
By the time she finished rambling in her head, (or maybe out loud, she didn't know), she had appeared at Shelby's hut, the scent surrounding her on all sides. She started drooling, it smelled so good, and she was pretty sure her (totally human-shaped) pupils were completely dilated.
She wanted to jump in it and roll around for a bit, so she did. And she found herself surrounded by an herbaceous perennial of the mint family, which contains nepetalactone, which is actually just multiple iridoid analog stereoisomers in a trench coat. Which actually makes a lot of sense, actually, (the nepetalactone, not the fact that it's just a bunch of iridoid analog stereoisomers in a trench coat) considering her current mental state as well as the fact that it is known to cause an euphoric reaction in cats. Definitely. Because Lizzie is a human. Totally.
Either way, Shelby had a large garden of catnip for some odd reason, probably related to witchy potion things, really, and it was also the good stuff. Not the cheap stuff that you'll find at pet stores, no, this is the fresh stuff , and Lizzie was fully and thoroughly going insane over it.
So she chewed on a leaf or two, or maybe one million, she didn't know, and she started getting sleepy, and it was then that she realized that sniffing and eating catnip gave two entirely different results. And with that, she drifted off to sleep, purring the whole time.
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Shelby didn't expect Lizzie to be asleep in her catnip patch, and she also didn't expect half of it to be eaten. She just had visited Katherine's, and came back to see the short, odd woman taking a nice nap in her catnip patch that was supposed to be used in her (experimental) potions to talk to animals, so she wouldn't have to talk to Sausage every time she wanted something translated.
But there she was, napping soundly in her catnip patch, and– Wait, was she purring?!
Shelby sighed and just ignored it. She already had enough going on with the weird-looking messages and signs lying around her base. It probably wasn't important, anyways.