She drives me nuts at dawn when she meows at me to get up and feed her--which I ignore by the way--but it doesn’t stop her doing it.
We play the same silly game every morning. I think she’s just letting me know that it’s nearly time to get up and put some fresh food in her bowl :-)
After the yarling session, or even a ‘pounce’ on my feet--which is not appreciated when Freyja has sharp claws and I’m only sleeping under a thin sheet--it’s back to ‘dozing’ (for both of us) until we decide to get out of bed.
I wouldn’t be without my furry little bundle of love.
There’s something really special about being greeted first thing in the morning by solid purrs of appreciation and plenty of cuddles.