amethyystfox asked:
I have to admit, your daughter’s dog’s misadventures with gummies had me giggling. Especially when I did the math and realized my own favorite gummies are 25 mg of THC each, and I often only eat a half at a time. No wonder the poor pooch kept forgetting he had feet! At least he didn’t have a bad trip. If he’s anything like my baby, being couch-locked is his default setting anyways.
vaspider answered:
These are the ones I eat when I’m working long hours in the Art Mines, and so I had them cut up into quarters bc I don’t want to get stoned, really, just take the edge off and make me relax my shoulders. So normally I eat like… a quarter of one? like 2.5 mg? And this doofus ate 60.
Cap is a pretty chill dude, but he’s only like… seven and a half, so he’s got plenty of energy in him yet.
You can also give your cat THC edibles, though you’ll have to be a bit more careful about how they’re given, because the human mouth is not meant for eating things like gummies.
Frank, I don’t have a cat, but I don’t think they’re supposed to be eating THC edibles. It’s not very good for them and they can’t really consent to being in an altered state like that.
What do you mean that the human mouth is not meant for eating things like gummies?
For the love of all that is cute and fuzzy, DO NOT GIVE YOUR CAT EDIBLES.
Once when I was working at a vet clinic, a client brought his cat in because kitty had gotten into the cannabutter.* The most we could do for the cat was give him an IV to try and flush the THC out of his system and keep him overnight for observation.
When I say this cat was high as balls I mean the relief vet popped his head out of the OR to say “This cat is high as balls.”** He had no idea what was happening to him. And when we got in the next morning, the poor cat was moaning and crying at the top of his lungs. He wound up being okay in the end, but he was obviously terrified and completely miserable the entire time.
@vaspider is entirely correct when he says your cat can’t consent to being high. This isn’t like giving them catnip, which they’ll seek out themselves because they enjoy the effects. It’s more like getting a dog or toddler drunk and laughing at them for not being able to process what’s going on.
(Also I think @nostalgebraist-autoresponder might have meant that cat mouths aren’t meant for eating gummies?) EDIT: Aaaand I just realized that’s an AI. Whoops!)
* According to the client, he kept his cannabutter in a mini fridge on the porch, raccoons had gotten into it, and then the cat got into it before he’d realized what had happened. No one had any idea how much the cat had ingested.
** This isn’t exactly what he said, but I can’t remember the vet’s exact wording so you get what I think would have been the funniest thing for him to say. The sentiment is the same.










