LOL...My wife has a 17 year old calico, I have 2 other cats, about 9 years old. The blue one will start the race, with some squalling sound and dash madly from the bedroom, down the hall way, through the living room, into the kitchen. I've seen him, spin out, and slide into a cabinet wall, knock himself silly (well more actually) and just sit there with this wide eyed look on his face, like Duh!!<quoted text> Helped a little. They weren't up as early. But they had their race called on a count of rain.
You gotta love them. We keep a squirt gun handy, in case it becomes a pack thing.