Maybe it's spring fever. Maybe they can understand the late news and are as distressed as the rest of us.
Whatever the reason, Siren and Isadora have spent the past few nights/early mornings rampaging.
They run the length of the hall at warp speed.
They knock over their water bowl and dance - yes, dance - in the puddles.
Isadora tries to get under the area rug; it's heavy and rubber matted underneath so when she fails she scratches at it as though she were digging her way out of an underground bunker. Siren enjoys watching this. He doesn't help, just watches.
I know it's coming to an end when they chase each other around the backs of the sofa and love seat. They weave in and out, intentionally not catching each other. It's just the chase that matters.
Then it's time to rest up for breakfast.
Isadora uses the last of her energy to settle into the clothes hamper.
Siren curls up in one of their homes.
Have a safe and happy weekend everybody.
My thoughts are with everyone in and near Boston.