For about two and a half weeks now, Lucy has awakened between 5 and 6 AM. I have nothing against her early rising, but . . . she insists I do the same. Like Simon's cat, Lucy follows a routine every day: 1/ climb on the human's shoulder; 2/ meow many times toward the sleeper's hear; 3/ lick the human's forehead and bangs enthusiastically; 4/ tap the sleeper's shoulder firmly; 5/ repeat till the human wakes up; 5/ let her pet me; 6/ slide under the covers and go back to sleep.
By this time, of course, I am wide awake and rise, leaving her to my bed.
What's wrong with this picture? Sleep deprivation and my utter lack of creativity. Why didn't I think of "Robley's Cat"? Argh.
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