I sleep poorly, if at all. Yet, when I awake from whatever sleep I have had, all the fuzzy balls and such are strewn around me. My Annabelle has been busy! And, by the by, I have always said that he who spoke of the fog creeping in on little cat paw never owned a cat. Elephants would make less noise as they rampage up and down the stairs. Over my head (sometimes on it - we don't all have perfect aim!). Across the room. Ricocheting off the chair. And down the stairs again!