It’s 2 am. You’re sound asleep, ensconced on your back on a comfy bed beneath warm, fluffy blankets.
Without warning, an 11-pound cat leaps from the floor and, with unerring aim, lands dead-center on your stomach, paws stiffly outstretched as though trying to burst a balloon.
You bolt upright in bed, wide awake, startling both cats into racing from the room. You know that in the morning, every muscle in your back will ache.
Welcome to the 2 am psychokitty: