Belle and I spent another restless Thursday night. The cats stayed out all night and Belle stayed up all night. Belle would ask for food each time I would feel most at rest. Then she’d run downstairs and pulverize the dinner rolls or muffins we’d brought home earlier. I knew Belle couldn’t handle it when she threw herself onto the kitchen floor in tears over chocolate pudding. I thwarted the tantrum long enough to get both cats in and fed. I managed to brush Belle’s teeth and put her to bed after midnight. That’s a far cry from the nine pm ideal. It just isn’t happening this week. How do we get back on track?