The 4:30 wake-up cat

At least he didn’t poop in my shoe…today

Well … It’s 4:30 in the morning. Chances are good that I’m not going to get back to sleep until around 5:30am.
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Today’s wake-up call was unexpected.
 
The cat alarm wandered in around 4, yowling at me from his perch.  On the rare occasion this happens, it’s usually followed by a leap to the chest  — and having my neck kneaded by claws.
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Nope.  Not today.  Just an occasional yowl to make sure I wasn’t going back to sleep again.
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This wasn’t a greeting, it was a demand.
 
Instead of Other Brother Coon Cat staring at me, his much smarter brother waited for the lights to illuminate his presence. Then, to get his point across to the dense human, he jumped onto his counter.
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It doesn’t take a cat whisperer to understand that when a cat is sitting next to the bowl staring at you, and there’s plenty of the dry variety inside it, he wants the “good stuff.”
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One opened can of food later, I’m at the computer, Coon Cat is munching as if he hadn’t ruined my entire night’s sleep, and I’m wondering where, on the bell curve of “Zombie,” I’m going to fall today at work.
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But, for the 20 pound Coon Cat, he’s fed…so all is right with the world.