Gznp!

While the cats are having their mad moments, I'm making them make random noises like their brains have short circuited. It helps to convey the ragged, jagged mad action you get when a cat gets like this.

However, I can't help wondering if it's all a cover for some other nefarious purpose. Billy and Annabelle have developed a taste for nocturnal papier mache. Annabelle's job is to pull old newspapers out of the recycling bin and onto the floor. Billy then has the task of hurling himself at the newspaper and sliding it towards their water fountain. The net result of this is that Linda and I wake up in the morning to find a mass of sodden newspaper on the living room floor.