The curmudgeon had a recent Eureka moment. Scruffy, all 16 pounds of her, was sitting on his chest at 5 am, purring loud enough to wake the dead (moi), and clawing my face just to make sure the message "breakfast" was adequately transmitted.
At my age, sitting up at the side of the bed at 5 am requires a few moments for the dizziness to subside, followed by standing up that also requires some dizziness to subside.
Not so hungry cats. And during all this, Tiger beams back from his planet and joins the fun.
Scruffy has been within a 5-minute window every day.
Electric alarm clocks? I think not.
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