Satanicat.

You come in. You're tired. He wants to play. He yowls. He bites your toes. He clooks your back. He really wants to play.

You eat your tea. Time to go upstairs and take a pic. Nothing interesting come to mind - other than the cat...

He's tired. He wants to sleep. No amount of poking and prodding will get you more than a dirty look.

Don't worry though. He'll be up again - just in time for you going to bed.