Usually, Friday nights are a dud for me. Typically, Cheruby leaves in the afternoon not to return home until the wee hours of the morning, the majority of people I'd call to hang out with have a usual Friday night game, and I'm too tired to make the effort with less well known friends.

So why tonight, the night I asked Cheruby to stay home, do I get three other invitations to go out?

Three cats say, "Lunacy has struck. Don't try to be rational."