Vinnie on guard.

When it comes to cosmic catnip bananas, nothing can compare or compete.

Not even dried duck strips can get Vinnie away from the banana.

He won't even let me go anywhere near him or the yellow oblong of joy.

Once he has finished licking, sucking, kicking and throwing it up in the air, he will walk away and leave it.

However if Scooter or I go within a few inches of it, he appears with the look of death in his eyes.

Every time he walks into the lounge, he looks at it as if it's the first time he has ever seen it and the cycle of love starts all over again.

Cats can be so weird.