Is there anything more comfy than waking up, toasty warm, under your quilt on a chilly November day? Of course, my cats quickly let me know that there will be no lying a-bed: time to feed-the-cats:
In their defense, I must say that unless the alarm goes off, they are quite willing to sleep in until 9:00 or 10:00 a.m. The alarm, however, they understand as 'Eat NOW.' Any dawdling on my part is dealt with summarily by Razor. He understands that I am emotionally involved with paper, so he'll pull a paperback from a bookcase or find the instructions to my latest project and start ripping away or attack a tissue box. This is a doubly rewarding tactic because it gets me up and he really really likes tearing paper. FanSee