For example, if Trixie has eaten a bowl of sugah for breakfast and is running marathons overhead, I know to brace myself as I emerge from the basement since she is likely to pounce as soon as the door is opened.
The kitchen chairs also make a very distinct sound as the twins scrape them away from the computer. When I don't hear this sound on a Saturday morning, I know that one of two things is happening: Coco has lost her shit and they're cowering in fear, far away from the computer or they're at a friend's house. Either way, it's a twinz-free zone for a few hours.
Or, this morning, for example. I woke up with Chaka Khan playing on repeat in my head. But I had to wait about half an hour for the footsteps to subside so I could head to
the shower the recording studio to work on my rendition of Tell Me Something Good (I play all the parts - including the synthesizers).