It’s one a.m.; do you know what your fur babies are doing?
I know what mine are doing only because I am downstairs with them right now.
Gavin bows in front of her crate. “Come out and play with me.”
Patty turns her back to him and covers her head with a paw. “You are nuts. It’s after one in the morning. Let me sleep.”
“Please, please, please come out of there.”
“Zzzzzzzzzz.”
“You’re no fun.” Gavin goes and rings the go out bells. “C’mon Mom take me out. It’s chilly and I love it.”
“Hold your horses, I’m writing my post for tonight.”
In the kitchen, the bells ring again. Gavin runs to my chair and barks. “Didn’t you hear the bells?”
A moan comes from Patty’s crate. “Take him out so I can sleep will ya?”
“Geez, it never fails does it? I sit down to write and you guys start in.”
“I didn’t do anything. I’m trying to sleep here.” Patty says.
“I want to go out.” Gavin runs to ring the bells again.
“I get it, I get it. I’m coming.” I grab his leash and we go out.
Gavin sniffs over the entire yard, squats to pee a teensy bit, and drags me back to the door. “Ready to go in now.”
“Oh for heaven’s sake.”
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Doggonedmysteries 
Don’t know what my fur baby was doing at one, but it’s now 4 am and my fur baby is disgusted with his human who interrupted his sleep and “forced” him to join her at the computer. Of course he did sneak in a bit of a nosh on the way, but still – his cattly dignity must be upheld. And his human must at all times be under observation.
Poor Billy, he never gets to sleep….yeah, he should have to put up with me and my hours.
Mine is snoring. Loudly.
LOL, mine do that too.