“Crosby, what are the Zoomies? Are they crazy people that are going to attack us?”

“No, Buddy. It’s more like crazy cats that are going to attack people and each other!”

“Are we ‘zoomies’ , Crosby?”

“Yes Buddy. It’s an incurable condition that we have.”

“YIKES – are we going to die from it?”

“No, Buddy. It’s nothing like that. You know how at night after dinner, and again around midnight when Mom and Dad are sleeping, you start getting goofy and run around the house chasing me and Nicky? Well, that’s called ‘the zoomies’. It’s a normal way we blow off steam when we have too much energy.”

“We’re little beasts of darkness, so when the sun goes down (or when it’s coming up, depending on our moods) and Mom and Dad are trying to get some much-needed rest, we’re ready to go! We run that extra energy out of our system so we don’t destroy the house! That’s also why Mom and Dad have so many toys for us to play with – tunnels, ball trees, laser lights, springs, feather birds on wands, scratching posts – anything we can chase or play with helps us get rid of all that energy that makes us ZOOM around the house!

And if we get the zoomies out of our system quick enough, we curl up with Mom and Dad and get nice and snuggly for the rest of the night.”

“Crosby, I’m getting the Zoomies… and I’m going to get you!!”