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This morning I was minding my own business, searching for a shirt in the closet. This is a difficult task because the only light I get is from the bathroom which is down the hall. So I'm peering at the closet, all hunched over because the curtain rod for my shirts is as waist level and I have to feel them to tell one dark shirt from another.

At this point, one of the cats leaps onto my back - I know this because suddenly I have 4 paws and their claws poking into me. It was a good thing that I was all hunched over and essentially horizontal, otherwise he would have slid all the way down my back using his claws for purchase. As it was, he's not the most coordinated cat so he was sliding around and clawing me. Of course, this is when my husband wakes up and starts laughing.

I sat down on the bed to let stupid off, and he's not interested. Seems he wanted to check out the closet and the upper levels and I was just a convenient elevator. Finally, I got a little human help and he was plucked off my back and dumped on the floor. Now that we're both awake and I'm running late and can't remember what I was doing in the closet, my husband decides to tell me how funny it was to see a cat leap at me like I was another piece of furniture.

That cat is getting no treats for a week. Punk.

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And oh, what we do for love. I also use nothing but a small lamp in the bedroom in the morning... This was a *huge* problem when I was regularly wearing both black and dark purple vinyl pants. I would think I was wearing one colour (with an appropriate shirt to match) and would occasionally turn out to be wearing a totally different colour. Which happily I think I mostly caught while looking in the bathroom mirror. Heh.

Yep. That's exactly the problem!

Hubbys don't help either. Mine has been springing forth from bed at the crack of 5:30 am to feed the cats, which leads Finnegan to wake me up at 4:30 am, with purring and standing all pointy-like on my chest. I'm not the one who normally feeds them, yet he still feels it's me he should wake. Beggar.

Oooh, that's funny. Mine were so bad at one point that they were waking me up at 2:30 to get fed. We all know breakfast isn't until 5. I started squirting them with water, so now they wake my husband up. :)

I actually raised this issue with Hubby today - his comment?

"But his purring was waking me up!"

Which is great, since the purring originated from the behemoth standing on my boobs and bladder simultaenously.

Coulda kicked him.

Oh, I love that maneuver. Especially first thing in the morning when I have to go anyway. I always dump the cat on the bed and run for the bathroom, listening for the"ooof!" from behind me as the cat takes another victim.

Terrible, isn't it? I usually just roll over onto my side so that he doesn't have quite so many . . . tender spots to go for.

Wow. I can actually picture that, because I've seen your psycho cat do that!

I also don't wake up my husband in the morning, because he gets grumpy if he has to awake before 8am, and I get up at 5:30. And our dog sleeps in our room, on the floor between my husband's side of the bed and the door to the bathroom, and if she wakes up all hell breaks loose. So every morning I feel my way around the bed, sticking my toes out cautiously to avoid stepping on a tail or an ear or something, and also avoiding punting a cat, because the like to sit right where I want to walk. I invariably end up stubbing my toe or stepping on a dog toy and then biting my tongue in an effort to prevent shrieking in pain. It's a good way to make sure I'm wide awake first thing in the morning. And it's also developing my stealth skills so someday I can sneak through a pitch dark minefield infested with sleeping crocodiles. That can come in handy.

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