For those possessed by felines only

[ellen_datlow]

Or if you're thinking of getting a cat, the following is ALL true:
wake-up call

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[chrisbarnes.livejournal.com]

It's so true! And it explains all those mysterious bruises I wake up with, too. :) (I've got two cats.)

[fastfwd.livejournal.com]

This is actually a filmed sequence of Miss Kitty and my husband, rendered as a cartoon.:) (She never uses the baseball bat on me.)

[sclerotic-rings.livejournal.com]

Back 25 years ago this month, my mother bought a beautiful shaded silver Persian that she named "Woodrow". Woodrow was a wonderful cat in many ways, and I've missed him immeasurably in the fifteen years since he died, but he had one habit that we were all glad he grew out of. As with most cats, he'd get bored in the middle of the night, so he'd go wandering about the house looking for someone to entertain him. Unlike most cats, though, he didn't satisfy his needs by yowling or by simply crawling into bed with the nearest person. No, he'd come into a room, purring like a badly tuned Volkswagen Microbus, and wait for the applause. If that didn't work, he'd trot to the nearest victim and jump onto his/her chest. Still no response? Time for an increase in the purr volume, with additional rubs of the victim's nose. The poor victim shows no vital signs? Now it's time to start licking the nose, and if that gains no response after all that effort, a quick chomp guarantees that Woodrow becomes the only cat in the neighborhood regularly pegged across a room at 2 in the ayem.

Suffice to say, I'm glad he didn't live to see that video. It's not that he would have picked up ideas. He would have written to the animator and suggested that it didn't go far enough.

(Now, things could always be worse. My old savannah monitor Gwangi had a thing for ripping large holes in the top of his cage, climbing out of the cage, and climbing into bed with me. He wasn't obnoxious or needy: I'd just wake up in the morning with a very large lump under the blankets that grumbled and hissed when poked. I didn't mind, though: I was still rooming with an ex-girlfriend who thought I could be a roomie "with benefits" whenever she'd strike out on a date, and Gwangi's nighttime romps guaranteed that she left me alone and let me get some sleep, especially after the time she tried to sneak into bed and the lizard nearly took her arm off. This is why I recommend reptiles as pets.)

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

Spirit is the only one who tries to wake me up and she will walk on the pillow above my head and a'OO. When Shiva wakes me up, he just wants a cuddle and doesn't care if I go back to sleep. Giorgio only comes after he hears me talking to the others. My biggest problem is the other end of the sleep period. Both Spirit and Giorgio want to sleep on or near my hips for a while and I have bursitis in my right greater trochanter (http://www.eorthopod.com/images/ContentImages/hip/hip_trochanteric_bursitis/hip_trochburs_intro01.jpg) and as soon as I try to move them somewhere more comfortable, they move back.

[alexotica.livejournal.com]

YES.

Or at least half right. We have two.

Sigh.

[yendi]

Too true.

The best part of watching that, though, was seeing the confused look on Jack, our not-so-bright middle cat, every time the computer let off another "meow."

[wolfsilveroak.livejournal.com]

They've been spying on my Boys again, I see.

[oneminutemonkey.livejournal.com]

This is way too close to the truth. I have a 22 pound Maine Coon. Large, sweet, fluffy, dumb, and he INSISTS on sleeping on my pillow, wrapped around my head. And when it's time to wake me up, he gets obnoxious in many ways, starting with licking my forehead and moving on to forcing me off the pillow altogether...

[livia-llewellyn.livejournal.com]

I used to house-sit two mammoth-sized Maine Coon cats, and they used to double-team me like that every freakin' morning. Of course, most of the time I'd be up already, because they would have spent the night terrorizing me by perching at the edges of the pillow and howling into my ears, then galloping into the next room while I had a seizure. Fun times!

[cinriter.livejournal.com]

Not only is it all true, it's also a darn fine impression of a cat, since I had two anxious four-legged listeners join me when I watched this!

[stephen-dedman.livejournal.com]

Now you know why we lock the cat out of our bedroom at night.

Well, that, and the time a 4-kilo tabby leapt from the top of the wardrobe in the opposite corner of the room onto Vic's chest, and the time the Siamese dropped a dead cockroach into Elaine's navel...

[jerwine.livejournal.com]

This is so true. Mine loves to grab my face while I'm trying to sleep, and she also loves to grab my hands while I'm trying to type...she's even doing it now...

[mckitterick.livejournal.com]

Oh, I know! I love that little movie.

I had a cat once, and her name was Helen (short for The Great Helen of Peerless Whose Face Could Launch a Thousand Combines), and she was my One True Cat. However, she had a rather regrettable morning routine not unlike the hero of this movie. After walking all over me, she would like my nose until I woke. Sometimes, her prickly tongue would nearly remove the skin from my face before I woke, but it worked.

Cats. Why do we love 'em when they treat us so badly?