Tuesday morning, woken at 5.05am then spent the next 1/2 hour moving about to enable both Tom & Jerry to get a good seat for the wake-up show. Jerry plonked himself down between my feet at the bottom of the bed and Tom just sat on the edge of the office desk (right next to my head) staring at me and purring in the vein hope that I might GET UP and feed them. By the time I actually got up (5.35), Jerry was still in the same spot but Tom was now within licking distance of my head (on my pillow). "FOR GOD SAKE GET UP " he purred. "NAF ORF" I mumbled, and with that swung my leggies round and got up. They then proceeded to chase each other all over the house until I got the food pouches out of the tin. Then they were good kitties....ahhhh.