Heck, I've slept better the last couple nights than I have in a long time.
I think it's because from downstairs, where all those sounds originate, I can tell what they are and I don't lie there worrying that the odd little bang is someone slipping in through a broken door. No, I can tell that it's Buddah, his little head banging into the wall after sliding 5 feet across the wood floor as he chases a toy mouse. Or it's Buddah chasing Max, simply for the sheer joy of ticking Max off. Or it's Buddah sharpening his claws on one of the few things he knows he's allowed to scratch on.
Buddah, it seems, is a very noisy little guy at night.
Speaking of the little guy, we're pretty sure he's going to wind up with a raging headache over the next couple of days. The Spouse Thingy put up a bird feeder right outside the window by the chair he likes to lounge on, and he'll probably be running head first into the glass 15-20 times per day as he goes after his little feathered friends.
You think he'd learn after the first 5 times, but no...one of those times the glass might magically vanish, and he could catch himself a tasty little snack.
With my luck, he'll find a way to get himself a bird, and he'll bring me half.
So much for peaceful sleeping.