It occurred to me last night that it's been a long time since I've sat on the stairs and sung (sang? singed?) my little heart out. So I waited for the people to be asleep, planted my furry little butt on the landing between the two sets of stairs, and let it rip.
A few minutes later the Woman stumbled out and asked, "Are you all right? It's four in the freaking morning. Why are you making all that noise?"