I like the party at 2 am thing. That’s why our cat Bob sleeps in the basement (it’s fully finished and furnished and he wants to be there so no complaints. But I bought a onesie for my new great niece. It says on the front “Party at my crib - 2:00 a.m. BYOB.”
Every now and then, we get both of our Maine Coon tabby kittehs rocketing across the bed around 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning. Usually one in hot pursuit of the other for some imagined insult to kitteh dignity.
Rowr!
(That’s a lot of cat to have trampling your kidneys at that time of night)