Conner lays right up against my chest and neck under the covers, so his first attempt is when he is first waking. He kneads my neck and chin and face, and I get a claw every now and then. When I boot him out of the covers, he walks into the kitchen and stands there (at his already full bowl of food, mind you) and meows like I need to get up and feed him. When I proceed to tell him what a nuissance he is in my most disgruntled sleepy voice, and try to roll over and get more sleep, he takes it as an invitation that I want to play. So he pounces on my stomach or chest, and he is a heavy cat so his little paws leave bruises, ugh, and then will just stand on my chest and stare at my face. No kidding, he will just stand there all eerie like, with his face in mine staring at me.
I always try to ignore it, but, darn it, when youve got a cat staring you down trying to use his telekenetic powers to get out of bed, you just can't sleep!
I'll slit one eye and look at him with a very un-amused expression
and he obviously interprets it as 'I love you', because he thinks this is time to start rubbing his furry little head and face all over mine, until I have a mouthful and noseful of long cat hair and must wake up if I want to continue breathing.
Lol. Kind of a dramatic wake up call. Most of the time after all of this, and me choking on furballs, he just sits there patiently looking precious and when I go to scowl at the little nuisance, I cant help but laughing at him cuz he somehow manages to look so innocent! I usually throw the covers over him, drag him close to me, and we have our morning time pre-day cuddle for about 5 minutes of pure Conner lovin'. Who can complain too much about that?