Smudge was going bonkers just about at 1:00 AM last night, right after I got to bed. He was meowing up a right cat opera, chasing "invisibles" all over the house, and jumping on the desk chair to make it spin. He always goes skritch-skritch on the bedframe before he jumps on the bed (he figured out it's a good way to avoid startling me) but last night he was skritching away at the bedtable as if the house were on fire. "What is it, Smudge?" "Meow!"

He had dislodged his Cat Dancer toy from where I prop it as a "punching bug" and hauled it into the bedroom. He wanted me to get up and PLAY with him!

I compromised. I found a fresh fur mouse for him, put his Punching Bug back up, and petted him, but then went back to bed!

Love, Columbine