The last two days, I swear there's been something in the air that causes feline insanity. I have cats fighting, flying through the house, leaping from the tops of doors, clearing off the tops of bookcases and tables...and last night, we found a previously unopened package of catnip flavor cat treats that was torn open, and of course, was empty. I got up this morning to a crash from the kitchen to find a bowl of popcorn (thanks, Hubby) all over the floor, with cats snacking on it having a fine time. I shoo them out, sweep it up, leave the room, and CRASH! they knocked the trash can over for more popcorn. Sweep again, this time waving the broom at any cat who dared to get too close. Cobra, the ranking senior cat, then finds the stash of treats on a bookcase, and contorts himself to grab another bag. I take the bags from him and put them in the cupboard. He tries to get to the cupboard, knocking over the popcorn popper with his efforts. I sweep up more popcorn. Right now Cobra is sitting on the end table staring at me. I wonder what he's planning next. I'll probably have to sweep it up, whatever it is. I've only been up for about an hour...this could be a very long day.