Cats like to wake us up in the morning for breakfast. I suppose a cat wakes up earlier than us; it seems that way anyway. It is probably because they are crepuscular and like to be active at dawn and dusk. So your cat wants to wake you up at about 4 am. How does she do it? There are numerous imaginative ways to achieve this objective. Cats use their techniques intelligently.
Often, some form of physical contact is required as is shown by this bicolor cat in the video below.
My former cat used to do the same thing. However, often it would not work as I refused to respond whereupon she would extend the claw of the middle toe offer are left forepaw and gently nick the skin of my hand with it. A highly effective technique! It was certain to work.
On other occasions, she might walk along my chest and then leaning carefully forward she would nibble my nose. Yes, another highly effective technique to wake me up.
Sometimes cats use less imaginative techniques but achieve results through sheer persistence. What about jumping up onto the bed and while staying at the end of the bed simply meowing persistently until something happens? Some cats will do this at a distance, perhaps in the hall or in another room but it is the persistence of it that wins through in the end.
A refinement on making physical contact and simply shouting at you is to do something which irritates you. I believe that a cat can learn what irritates you and then do it to make you respond which in turn get you out of bed.
So, for example, your cat may know that you don’t like it when she knocks something onto the floor from a bedside table or perhaps plays with a computer cable which is attached to your computer on your bed. He or she will do one of these things and invariably you wake-up and ask her to stop at which point you are then interacting with her and awake enough to get up and give her breakfast.
What sort of techniques to your cat employee to wake you up in the morning?
Crikey, DW! You’re right, of course! At least I more or less remember Yoko Ono’s name! Was never crazy about them ‘back then’ but Paul McCartney has mellowed: his singing is extraordinarily pleasant, at least to my eardrums. Don’t know what happened to Ringo, or if he’s still recording, but Paul apparently composed a symphony in the classical style several years back. Interesting guy…guess his young wives have kept him equally young, except for his voice – that is – which has faded in a beautiful way…sorta like a Matthew Brady sepia-tinted photogravure, or a pressed flower in a century-old family album.
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Silvia, you must mean a John Lennon. Ringo is alive and well.
yea they learnt very well. Like if they cant get an answer from me from the kitchen area they try the other way i.e the bedroom window. when i know i have get up, as the meow is more should i say urgent!.
Help…..! How do you cope with that? God, though, he is gorgeous. Such a beautiful relationship you have with him. Very tender. Your comment is very descriptive.
It seems that your cats employ the usual techniques. Persistence and if needed physical contact. I am always impressed by a cat’s persistence. I learnt from that 😉
Howdy, pal Ruthie — I laughed at your description. Such a dear little Wee it is. Pet them both whilst you have them.
I have a couple of e-mails from you. Checked this morning, and my $640.00 brand-new machine actually let me onto the e-mail screen, but not into any of the documents, of course. Unreasonable of me to have hoped that it would. Must learn to be grateful for what I have here. Will try to wamble up the road to the library tomorrow – though we’ve had a cloudburst for days. We broke a 30-year heat record last week, and I nearly keeled over. Can’t take the heat since moving down here, and have learned to love the rain.
Ruthie — this is off the subject for a cat website, but did you say once you listen to the radio now and again? Have you heard Sir Paul McCartney? He’s been recording a heck of a lot lately. Yes – I prefer Bach & Rach(maninoff)…and yet…HE IS NOT HALF BAD! His voice is enfeebled and epicene, but surprisingly endearing. The guy is ear-candy! I still remember Ringo’s assassination. I was sipping a glass of H.B.C. in a nightspot with this harmless old swain, when the bartender announced Starr’s death.
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