Nope, I didn't wake Reethi up at 4.15am, by putting a paw in her nostril.
I didn't walk all over her stomach until she got out of bed at 5.30am.
I didn't insistently clamour for treats when she crawled into the kitchen, looking for coffee.
Nah, I'm just sleeping in the sun.
Postscript from Reethi: If I treated humans with the patience I treat this cat... I'd be a saint. Biscuit gets away with *everything*, and she never even gets yelled at. Instead, I take adoring pictures of her, and write blog posts on her behalf. Ugh. I disgust myself.