the mournful killing of the catnip toys

OK, so this ONLY EVER happens after we've turned all of the lights out, and are in the bedroom, but Quincy-beast, the wacka-doodle-noodle, who deserves a medal from being a trouper with a toddler, will literally MEOW like he's been mortally wounded. I turn around to look, and there he is, cat nip toy in his mouth, meowing and crying, almost. I think him for mortally wounding the cat nip, and then just go about my business.

It's SO FREAKING ODD. i have NO idea why he does this. At night. When the weird factor goes up a notch. But in the morning, we find those dang cat nip toys (handmade toys, home-grown nip) in our bathroom, or the rug by our bed, and dutifully, in the am, we transport them back to the living room.

We just keep praising him for protecting us from the scarry nip, but other than that? Well, it's just odd, i tell ya!