Cats

I have two cats. One is wild (Tiger, the Wonder Cat) and one is a sleeper (except for 6 am, when it is time to awaken me to feed her).

Fine. My cats, my curse. Not unlike kids, although I'm told it takes two to tango for that stuff. 

So here I am at 10 pm. Tiger is out doing what he does best. (frankly, I think it is sleep).

A certain Sainted wife has decided that she can't sleep if beasts might attack cats out at night. And then the wife-induced stress thing starts up.  "Where are the cats?" "Do you know how late it is?"

Happily, these are easily answered questions: "No, I don't know" and "Yes"

Apparently, this doesn't help matters.