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Soft paw, against my cheek you stroke me awake with gentle determination. 
It’s time for me to wake, you say, limbs stretching, back arching.
The birds are singing outside! Wet nose presses in my ear.
Be hasteful! There are things to do! 
I roll over.
“Stop it Ruby, it’s only 4 O’clock”
Paws pad down my side and you sit, balanced on my hip and meow, woefully.
There is light, it is day! I want to prowl, find a warm spot in the sun, curl up and rest my eyes.
Such important cat things to do. 
I can’t wait for you.