Great story, Gini. Don't they all have their own proclivities when it comes to morning routine? (redundant question of course)

Around here the Tucker boy is the own who has to get me up early, although the old head shaking collar jangle is all he employs. Hannah on the other hand has to be literally dragged out of bed. Not a problem except Tucker wants Hannah to go outside with him, (it's still dark afterall). And I am expected to keep all the goings on under control so hubby doesn't get awakened. After outies it is *feed me, feed me, feed me*, and then comes bark patrol for the front sidewalk (remember hubby is still sleeping). So give them cats some credit for going back to sleep after breakfast.