Tenzing, it appears, has no appreciation whatsoever for the beauty of sleeping in on a quiet Sunday morning. At seven this morning, I was awakened by the unmistakable *thud* of four dainty paws landing squarely on my rib cage.

Normally, he stops for a second, quivering with excitement, and then starts wheezepurring (there is no other word to describe it) when I open my eyes. He's genuinely excited that I'm awake.

But today he was insistent—he landed on my rib cage, uttered his Siamese-ancestry chirp (bbbbbrrrrrrow?) and began to head-butt my hand. Not only was the mommycat supposed to be up right now, he felt himself vastly overdue for some cuddling and head-scratching.