Bedtime is serious business for the four-legged boys in our house. Every night after they’ve had their dinner, Felix and Clive immediately start trying to “motivate” us to go to bed. Clive whines incessantly, and Felix opens and slams kitchen cabinets. Eventually, Neil “reluctantly” makes his way downstairs and ends up laying in bed with them so they’ll be quiet. Libby and I usually stay up to watch several more episodes of whatever is on Netflix before making our way downstairs to find whatever sliver of bed is left. Last night we came down to this, and decided to opt for the couch instead.