Waking up when the clock says 4 something is really horrible - the day is just perfect at this time, sun peeking over the horizon; but looking at that clock and it says 4.56am - I want to cry.
Cleo is such a good cat, but as the sun rises, so she thinks it is time to get up. She used to sleep on the bed with us, but after too many restless nights, she now sleeps in the bathroom en-suite. The rest of the night she is fine - but her meows and scratching at the door in the morning are enough to drive me insane.
So, it is up to open the door, then out to feed the two dogs and let them out and feed them, bring Cleo's food to her and finally let the dogs back inside.