The mid-night zoomies have always been one of cats’ greatest mysteries. What do they do in the middle of the night and why? All we know is that their humans are left with the carnage to deal with in the morning.

My cat is being expressive in rhyming long form poetry now.  I can’t make the rain stop, so maybe stop incessantly mewling at the door and asking for me to make it go away? Oh, and writing poetry about it?  Seriously, go have a nap or something.