Wakey, wakey...

Casper's new game is to wake me up if he thinks I've slept too late (where "too late" may range from 6:15 to 9:00, depending on the day of the week, the phase of the moon, and how much cat food is left in the bowl).

He does this by poking me in the head or neck with a paw. I don't know how a cat that small gets that much body weight behind a one-pawed poke, but he is quite good at it. So nearly every morning I get:

Casper: *jab* Mom!

Me: ....ZZZZZzzzz

Casper: *jab* *jab* *JABJABJAB* Mooooooooooom.

Me: Buuuuuuh?

Casper: *JABJABJABJABJABJAB* It's morning! Aren't you excited?

Me: I should've adopted a gerbil.

Casper: *JAB* Remember the cat toy I politely dropped on your face in the middle of the night? It's still right there if you want to pick it up and play with me!

Me: *hides toy under pillow* What toy? I don't see any toy. Go back to sleep.

Casper: *jab* You could at least get up and feed me a canary. You know you want to.

If I can program Casper to go off at the right time, I am reasonably certain I can throw out my alarm clock forever.