Cats

Every morning, my dear cat Scruffy does a number on me, looking for breakfast.  In the ensuing commotion of me struggling to get sort of awake, negotiating going down stairs, Tiger, the Wonder Cat joins in the parade.

So they get fed.  Then they both ask to go out.  Tiger goes on the hunt, racing around our neighborhood, climbing trees - anything he can think of to worry me.  Scruffy simply aims for my Sainted wife's garden bed to dig up some expensive plant and poop.

This is a wonderful thing for me, having far less to scoop out of the litter box.  My wife, not quite so thrilled.