When the king is off his ass, nobody sleeps!

Galen had a bad night. Which meant we all did. For no reason that we could discern, he yowled constantly. The wife would go pick him up; he'd squirm free, go into another room, and yowl. She placed him on the bed where I was; he sat on me briefly, went into another room, and yowled. This went on for hours until he stressed himself to the point of throwing up. Then he calmed down and slept in his bed.

Just have the damn hairball, cat.