That time of night when my cats are so active it scares me.
I can hear them roll a walnut about the house. It's noisy at this hour and scary too because the neighbours downstairs who're usually hermits might complain. I hope they won't but it's a possibility.
This is not the time to be such spectacular assholes I tell my little cats but they meow back with such contempt that I wither back in my duvet and let them have their way.
There's also a ping pong ball in the picture with which they're playing.
It's quite the orchestra I tell you.
It's like suddenly all the cats have their demons activated and they're in full swing.
I try not to think about the state of my house tomorrow morning.
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