The house is quiet, cats have been fed, and I am just sitting here watching the news. Deuxdad is calmly grooming herself on the living room rug. Suddenly, she leaps into the air and runs into the kitchen. There she starts scrabbling to get traction and takes off like a bat out of hell down the hall toward the master bedroom. Within seconds I hear a minor stampede coming back in this direction.
The stampede ends in the den when I start hearing what sounds like acrobatics. The acrobatics end up in the living room with me and all three cats are running, leaping, hiding, stalking, and wrestling.
I don't know what I would do without my cats.