Here at 27th Street, we get up very early. At about 5:37 every morning, the lions start a demolition derby, crashing around the house, jumping on each other, jumping on us, bouncing off walls. If we want to sleep in, one of us has to stagger out of bed, go downstairs and put down some kibble. Then all is right with the world. Here is David Bromberg…

Maybe Mr. Bromberg doesn’t have cats.