Every morning I wakes mommy at 4am. She never seems to mind. She gives me a scritchs on the head in the vain hopes that I’ll take a nap, and she can catch a few more winks. Sometimes I let her go back to sleep for a few minutes, but most of the time I’m just too hungry to go along with that game.
So with my big manly paw on her face, I signal that it is time to get up. After she groans and slowly swings to the side of the bed, she usually gives Squashies and me a pet-pet good morning. Then she gets up and goes to the bean’s litter room with the shuffle-walk of the partially-living dead.
We are very pashunt.
Then we both takes our places in the kitchen to watch the ‘Zombie-Mombie’ show.