So very sleepy

For reasons that baffle us, our carport is THE hip neighborhood hangout for cats in heat and their many suitors. We don't know why we've been given this dubious honor, and it's not one to be envied, let me tell you. There is nothing quite like being awakened in the middle of the night by the following three sounds, in rapid succession:
(1) The warbling, vaguely disturbing wail of a cat in heat.
(2) The jarring sound of a catfight breaking out.
(3) The deafening sound of two 60-pound dogs howling, barking, and scrabbling their little nails frantically on hardwood floors as they search for a way out of the house.

And why, why does this always happen between midnight and 4 am? Don't cats in heat ever flaunt their stuff during the daytime? Eventually one of the humans has to drag our butt outside and scatter the cats, with the dogs howling in frustrated protest from the house. There's something spooky about seeing a whole gang of cats staring at you insolently from the top of the carport under the cool moonlight.

None of us regains a state of true restfulness on nights like this.