She woke me up about 5 am, licking my fingers.

If that doesn't work, she chews on them.

The rest just sit and stare, sending telepathic messages that they are hungry.

I’m stealing that. Our Kittenzilla just bites my husbands feet and he yelps. So that’s my alarm clock!

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All my life I’ve been an early riser. When I woke up I was wide awake and ready to face the day, which, as my sweet mama pointed out, also had to face me. It took me years to understand that my energy could be a bit intense, off-putting even, to those who eased into the day.

I remember one morning back during junior high, waking up from a sleepover at a friend’s house. We were having breakfast. Her mom peered over her coffee cup at me and said, “my goodness, chatterbox, you’re so hard to take in the morning!” I got up, walked around the table, gave her a big hug and whispered in her ear. I love you, too, Mrs.B, and aren’t you glad I’m not your daughter? “Oh, my, your dear mother” 😂

So here’s to the early risers, and those who live with us!
🕊thatcrowwoman

Pure Prairie League

I will be kitteh-sitting this coming week and I know that whichever one I have, apparently appreciates the "spa vacation" treatment of getting breakfast around 4 am while I'm getting my coffee. I KNOW that is not a "thing" for either of my sisters, so they get the "wake up" march on their heads while trying to hide under the covers..

I also have a furry alarm clock and at 17 1/2 she is still my favorite kitcat snooze 😴 alarm. Now let’s talk about my 2:00 pm slump!!

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Catonine starts shredding cardboard noisily and playing racetrack around 5 a.m..