Terataki

The last couple of nights, Troy has come alive after his dinner. He acts like he had a syringe of pure sugar injected into his veins. Normally, we snuggle up with him on the couch under a blanket while he nods off to sleep. But lately, the moment we get into this position, he squirms and twists, stands, and then takes off throwing himself into the pile of pillows on the couch next to us. He will then make his way all the way around our L-shaped couch until he gets in front of the switches for the fan and den lights. Then, he literally climbs up the back of the couch, wedging his feet in between the cushions. Once he gets high enough to reach the switches, he starts flipping them on and off. 

Then after a few minutes of doing this, he slides down and starts running up and down the couch again, throwing the pillows off on the floor as he goes. He stops briefly to lick the back of the couch (not sure what this is about), or to sit with a gleeful smile on this face, or to toss himself down and hang his head off the side of the couch. And then almost instantly, he's back up and running again. I say running, but it’s more like a manic out-of-control crazy fest that lasts for at least half an hour.

I’m not sure where he gets the energy, because like an hour before this he’ll be half-asleep on the floor, rubbing his eyes. And then just like that, the little monster comes out! He’s exhausting to watch.