This morning, I went the loverboy route. I climbed on the female staff member’s stomach and got comfy.
Meowed. Meowed. Meowed. Then, I shimmied my way up to her chest. Meowed. Meowed. Meowed. Silent Meow. Then, I scooted up onto her neck where I put my paws around her neck and meowed and meowed and meowed. Then, as my grand finale, I began furiously rubbing my head against her cheek and neck, and meowed and meowed and meowed and meowed.
She opened her eyes and sighed. And Bingo! BREAKFAST was on the way. No one can resist a loverboy cat and they don’t call me Romeo for nothing.
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