Whilst we are doing cats in
nip...
This was 2 summers ago, before I'd realized what extraordinary measures I had to take to protect Fran from the catnip (when he was a barn cat he ignored the wild catnip!). First I tried balancing the catnip-pot on top of a door on a shed:
(As Mr. Q looks interestedly on)
[/many other variants tried with little or no success throughout the summer - the summer I learned Fran's good with ladders/]
(Later that same summer, after I'd settled upon a hanging pot [and learned not to leave the ladder nearby!] and I brought it down for a supervised feeding)