5:30 am is never pleasant

Clint left around 5:00 this morning, as usual, to get over to Butte Valley to start work by 7:00. He came in and said goodbye, and I immediately fell back asleep.

Fast-forward 30 minutes later: I wake up with the feeling something is watching me. I open my eyes and am immediately confronted by Serious Cat, who has his face about a half inch away from mine and is softly poking me in the cheek with his paw. Apparently I forgot to feed them before I went to bed last night and he was making sure I remembered. Of course it would be him remembering, and not Mr. Pickles, because I'm pretty sure Mr. Pickles never gets to eat anymore. And Serious Cat vaguely resembles a baby whale.

When I rolled over to ignore him, he jumped to the other side, proceeded to get a half inch away from my face, poke me with his paw, and meow LOUDLY. I guess Jake was hungry, too, because he joined the party and was sitting by the nightstand doing his REALLY obnoxious loud yawn over and over again until I acknowledged his presence and agreed to feed them both.

Somehow, I have a feeling they are trying to train me up for when we have kids and my life (sleep) is no longer my own.