I have one cat. His name is Alex. I also have a dog. Her name is Betty. It’s usually quiet. However, my daughter has recently saddled me with her two cats temporarily: Jasper and Jace. Last night, it was a discordant concert of intemperate feline disharmony. It drove me crazy. When one is in bed and paralyzed from being half-asleep, it is really hard to get up and separate the feral creatures from hell. So now I have a sleep-deprived headache. Now, the cats are quiet, resting content and at peace with one another. I really think they do this on purpose with only one intent and I think Hollywood has already made a movie about it. If I were really a bad man, I would put all three in my old Army duffle bag and tie it to my ceiling fan and let them have a spin into perdition.