Kitten was cleverly hiding it in plain sight. Damn her keen intelligence. And my low visual acuity. I'm just happy she didn't ingest it. I guess the catnip wore off because she was completely ignoring it. Glad she isn't outside on the corner trading her shiny belled-collar for more catnip drugs.
Kitten: "It's sparkly, white, and only slightly used. How much 'nip can you give me for it?"
Catnip Dealer: "It looks a little frayed."
Kitten (thinking on her feet): "That's not wear and tear, that's artistic fraying like humans with their $100 jeans."
Catnip Dealer: "Because I like you and you have moxie, my best price is a quarter teaspoon of 'nip."
Kitten: "Sold."
And that's how she lost her white rhinestone collar. And the previous 63 collars before that. I look at every cat suspiciously now to see if they're wearing any of her old collars. I'm happy she's out of her rebellious teenage phase.
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