A short story:
Back in the esarly 70's I used to deal weed.
I'd buy a kilo and sell lids (ounces).
Of course I smoked some out of each kilo.
Now you know how some pot makes you sleepy, some makes you laugh til your sides hurt, some gives you the killer munchies, etc.?
I decieded to blend different types of pot to get an "ideal blend".
I wanted pot that would provide an active high, not too heavy on the munchies, make me happy and dreamy but not sleepy.
It took me nearly a year of blending different types of weed, but finally I got it just right.
I had about 4 oz. in a shoe box, perfectly manicured, and invited people to come over the next day and try it out.
That night, happily stoned, I left the top of the box off when I went to bed.
The next morning I noticed an unpleasent odor in the living room.
Then I saw my cat had **** TWICE AND PISSED A COUPLE OF TIMES in my box of weed during the night, completely ruining it all.
I was doubly pissed because there was a pet door, allowing the cat to easily go outside. But of all the places on earth to **** and piss, it chose to **** and piss in my box of weed.
I looked at the cat. My cat looked at me and saw murder in my eyes.
Before I had a chance to move, he took off running, and I never saw him again.