What The Cat Did

*SIGH*  Well, I suppose it's my own fault the cat thinks he knows when I should get out of bed in the mornings.  I did, after all, train him (albeit accidentally) to expect his snacks as SOON as I get up in the mornings.  As I begin to stir, I feel a weight across my ankles.  I move and four kitty feet wend their way up my body, ON my body, though there's plenty of bed space available.  Keeping my eyes closed, I wait to see if he can be fooled.  Whiskers brush my face, warm breath wafts across my cheeks.  "Prrrrrrrrttttttttt?", he asks.  I don't bite, he moves on.......   to my nightstand.  A clattering noise gets my eyes open, "NO, Boy, NOT my glasses!"......  and now he KNOWS, absolutely, that I'm awake.  He waits but a moment to ascertain my level of wakefulness, then, onto the floor on the FAR side of the bed, where the touch light sits.  I interrupt myself here, to thank Mr. Scott M. Kunen of Freeport, New York for his wonderful patent.  Tap, tap, tap, tap, I hear, as the light comes on and cycles through its four settings.... dull, brighter, yet brighter and brightest.... repeat... ad nauseam.  Thus, my *sigh*....  and, so my morning begins.  Chicken liver pate, anyone??