Why is it that once the sun sets, my cats go bonkers like they’re auditioning for a G rated version of Cats Gone Wild?
When I would like to play with them, they would rather loaf about (Duncan really is into crossing his front paws like that now, haha). But as soon as the sun goes down, it’s race around here, and paw-paw-paw this, and jump-run-jump there.
Yes, I get that cats are nocturnal but I still would like to complain about their wild behavior. Those hooligans.