That damned cat.

It is 3:35 a.m.

The kitten does not want to stop partying. The night is a party.

So many toes to pounce on, so many mason jars full of water to knock down on the sleeping heads of the humans.

There is no logical reason for the kitten to stop partying.

The humans have to work in the morning. It does not matter. The kitten is

not concerned with concepts like ‘working’. For the kitten the only goal, the only job, is to learn the many ways of being a cat.