When we lived in our old house, the cats roamed free and wild. Around dusk, you might catch one of them chasing the other, but that was about it. Here, they also are free to go, but they’ve turned into a couple of chickens and won’t go outside for more than a few minutes and never leave the porch. We’re okay with that for two reasons. One: We don’t have to worry about them being snatched up by bald eagles or owls. Two: They have become professional cat wrasslers and provide endless hours of entertainment (especially if you happen to be up at the crack of dawn, which I’m finding I am, due to the noise they make!).

Click here for a cat wrasslin photo essay.