Jobu suffers from the late night berserks. It is a lot like what is in this Simon’s Cat video.
But imagine it happening sometime between 3 – 7 am and involving a lot more yowling. I hear mreor mreor yowl and then run run run, thump, thud.. crash. Blissful silence follows for a short time. Then gallop gallop gallop into the bedroom and then…. thud as he lands on my chest. MREOw and he sprints off.
So this morning he is in full on berserk mode. At least it was seven in the morning and not three. After being disturbed for several minutes I finally decided to get up. Jobu is very happy. Daddy is up to chase him around. He sprints into the room a look of pure joy on his little fuzzy face. I make the move to start chasing him. He turns around and jets out of the room .. BLAAAM. His head went right into the door frame. Poor Jobu, how can he be expected to remember were the walls are. He’s only lived here for seven years.