Allow me to share my frustrations about the way I wake up every morning… My little cat Lilah has been this way since the day I adopted her: every morning at around 5 or 6 am, she wakes me up by crawling all over my face and kissing me on the mouth, neck, eyes, or wherever she can reach. If that doesn’t work, she drapes herself over me and casually contracts and detracts her pointy little claws on whatever patch of skin is left exposed — usually somewhere on my face.

Next, while I’m getting ready for the day, she inserts herself between me and whatever I am trying to look at – computer screen, phone, magazine, homework, mirror, you name it.. Observe Exhibit B:

Finally, as I walk out the door, she sprawls out on something soft and comfy – usually the same spot where she woke me up – undeniably mocking me for having to leave for work while she stays home and naps.

Oh well… she’s so darn cute, I can’t stay mad at her for long.

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