People with kids wake up because their early risers jump in bed with them.
Not me. At 3:30am the alarm begins going off, snoozing all the way till a final 5am, nagging me awake each and every time till the husband finally resets it for me and climbs out of bed.
Peace. Till the husband walks out of the bedroom and lets the cat in. Normal cats meow. Our cat yaks. Sounding like an old man hobbling to a sink to spit out that 'thing' in his throat, "Aaayk!....Aaayk...Aaayk..."
I lay there thinking, "Just one more yak...please....only just one more." It continues. I climb out of bed, boot the cat from the room, and snuggle back in bed till I hear the birds (yes we have two lovebirds) began their morning quacking.
Okay, they don't quack, but what they do is high-pitched, loud and annoying either way. Under a sheet that is supposed to keep them quiet till you take if off, ha. Baloney. They do what they want, when they want....cause taking away "TV privileges" won't work on them.
It's 6am...I'm up.