Cat Conspiracy?

I'm beginning to think Dweezil and Moon are conspiring against me.  I don't want to think ill of the little buggers, but its starting to become rather obvious...

Here's the deal.  It seems that ever time I try to get some sleep, it is their play time.  And I'm not just talking night or morning.  Nap time, too.  And it doesn't matter if they're asleep too.  When they see ready to slumber, its all out play time.  And please keep in mind that we live in a very small apartment.  I hear every step they take.  I hear ever thing they get into.  Oh yes, I know what they're up to.

So I've been spending a lot of mornings lately yelling at them as I try to sleep.  They want to be fed as soon as there is light in the sky.  I myself prefer to sleep until 8:30 or 9AM.  And on the nights where I work at the Bistro and happen to catch a few beers after my shift, then I might try to push it to even 10AM.  But the furry little fuckers are having none of that! 

Daylight=food.

So, yeah, its my day off.  I'm up at 8AM.  The cats are fed.  And of course now they're down for their morning nap.  Little bastards!  And I'm up drinking coffee.  And when I go down for my late morning nap, guess what time it'll be?  That's right... indoor cat olympics.  So tired..........