The pets are used to a regular schedule. Around 7am, the cats are kicked out of upstairs and take their positions in the kitchen, waiting to be fed. Around 7:30 am, the dogs are brought down, separately, to empty bladders and return to bed, or join the school session, depending on the day’s plan. On the weekends and holidays, the pets don’t seem to remember that they don’t need to make sure we are ready for work.
One weekend, I was attempting to sleep in. Between my bladder and the cats, I managed to get to 8 am. At least with my bladder, I can get to the bathroom and back half awake and can sometimes manage to get back to sleep.
I was sound asleep and I felt one of the cats climb onto my bed and onto my chest. I reached out to pet the cat and found out that it was Mini. She accepted the pets and ear scratches and went away. She came back several more times before she decided that I needed motivation. I got a nip on the elbow and I decided to get up.
Who needs alarm clocks when you have pets?