The only domesticated animals for multiple cat generations on the grandparents wheat farm, have been cats, wild, mean spirited, master mousers, to keep the bins free of them.
Several years ago the kids wanted to bring two home, and the only pair of kittens they could get within 100 feet were about dead already, so after 1000 dollars and a burial for Fluffy, and an eventual spay for Creeper, I have learned to finally like a cat.
So no mania, just "catamania" and all this middle of the night brainstorming only occurs so I don't let the cat stay out too long to freeze to death.