Striker has his Feline Paper Torture routine; he will take up a position beside the bed and tear mail order catalogs into tiny pieces until I get up and conduct him to the bedroom door. Once locked out, he will rattle the doorknob, rattle the door on its hinges, and cry pitifully until I get up.
Sassy just sits and stares. If I pull the covers over my head, he will daintily reach under the covers and claw me on the nose.
Missy doesn't wake me up at all. There are "people" to do that.
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