You learn a thing or two about cats when you live with them. For example, they’re nocturnal, which means when you’re at your job all day they’re snoozing away, but when you’re turning in for the night they’re up and ready to go. Or in the case of Olive, having a good old fashioned fist fight with Hazel.
Luckily, I’m a pretty heavy sleeper and manage to stay out through most of the tomfoolery. Once in a while, I’ll wake up, mutter something about banana pancakes (the food I dream about) and tell Olive to get out. The battle then moves to the living room, a.k.a. the Gladiator Arena.