At 4:30 am most mornings, a fourteen pound cat insists on napping on my chest, two inches from my face, licking my chin, nose or whatever body part is closest to her. She makes sure I’m awake. As soon as I’m awake, she crawls off of my chest and settles in to sleep by my knees.
Then the other cat decides it’s time to sing. She is trying to alert all of us that we should be feeding her soon. Even if her bowl is full. She sings until someone gets up to look. No one usually feeds her, but we still need to take a look.
I have informed my children that they need to get the cats watches. “They don’t need them. They already know when it’s 4:30am without them.”