Midnight Crazies

I first heard this term, midnight crazies, from Darby Conley, the author of the comic strip, Get Fuzzy. This comic strip features a Siamese cat named Bucky, his human, Rob, and a Shar-Pei named Sachel. I've been a Get Fuzzy fan for a long time. Bucky has episodes of what Rob refers to as midnight crazies. This is when the cat runs wildly through the house for no reason at all creating havoc and destruction wherever he goes. Or sometimes just runs through the house for the fun of it I guess. Usually this happens in the late night or wee hours of the morning, hence, midnight crazies. Both my cats have this.

The last several nights, both Puff and Godiva have succumbed to the midnight crazies and they have started fairly promptly at midnight. As I am usually just going to bed at that time or trying to fall asleep at that time, the midnight crazies are driving me - well, crazy. There is not a whole lot of room in this apartment to run so part of the path of destruction they chose includes jumping up and running across the bed once or twice then disappearing under it to lie in wait for each other. And you may have guessed it by now that jumping up and running across the bed will certainly take them across my body and neither one are lightweight spring chickens.

The upshot of this behavior is I don't get to go to sleep until they have finished their tear around the rooms and I get bounced on several time by large cat bodies. OOOPPHHH. It is a crazy cat behavior that has no known cause. One minute they are sound asleep on the bed looking like little angels and then suddenly they have been shot out of a cannon and start racing around. Some weird chemical imbalance? Some horrid dream out of a kitty psyche? Play tricks on mom? I think tonight, about 1/2 hour before I am ready to go to bed, I will turn the tables on them and see how they like it.