Traces of the three a.m. raid the cats made through the house last night were left on the carpet. If Sabby and Captain weren’t racing through the bedroom and pouncing on the bed to wake us up they were raiding my husband’s candy bowl and pulling on the comforter I draped over the bannister to dry. It was almost down this morning which gave me my first clue that they had gone all out. Here they are trying their best to look nonchalant.

Captain seems to be scapegoating Sabby as the guilty party in the overnight rave but he had traces of catnip all over him. They found the stash and spread it all over the hallway.

The Modulator has up The Friday Ark with a legion of cats and their frivolities. But some of them actually work for a living.