Midnight Zoomies & Other Feline Crimes

Last night, my cat decided that 3AM was the perfect time to channel her inner jazz musician. She leapt from the bookshelf, skidded across the floor, and performed what I can only describe as interpretive dance—right on my face. I tried reasoning with her ("Please, I have work in the morning"), but she just stared at me like I was the one being unreasonable. The grand finale? Knocking over my water glass and then looking personally offended by the wet floor. Why do pets always choose the most inconvenient times to express their artistic genius? Is this their way of reminding us who really runs the house? Anyway, here’s a doodle I made to capture the chaos. If you’ve ever been woken up by a furry tornado, you’re not alone. Solidarity to all midnight pet parents out there! #PetLife #CatChaos #Relatable #Pets