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We call it ripping.

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Or rippin’ for short.

I’ve heard people call it the zoomies, but I can’t quite wrap my tongue around that.

Whatever the nomenclature, it’s when your pet goes spastic and starts tearing around the house like a whirling dervish. For Lord Dudley Mountcatten it happens every evening around 7:00. He starts to twitch, gets a wild look in his eye and he’s off. Sprinting across the living room, down the hall, bouncing off a wall to the second hall, up and over the bed, across the top of a chair, back down the halls, through the kitchen, ending under the dining room table with a toy.

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Last night it was the blue feathered whale and as you can see, he was having a grand old time.

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Wish I was that limber.

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I’m not sure why he has a fascination with furniture legs…

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But when he’s in rippin’ mode he always wraps around them to play.

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Cats.

They be crazy.

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