My Cat Is My Morning Alarm (and Therapist)

Forget coffee—my cat is the only thing that gets me out of bed. Every morning, without fail, she launches herself onto my chest at exactly 6:17 a.m., purring like a tiny, furry engine. No snooze button, no mercy. If I try to ignore her, she escalates: first, the gentle headbutts, then the full-on face-paw. Honestly, I used to dread mornings. Now, I wake up to a living, breathing reminder that someone (even if she’s just after breakfast) is happy I exist. There’s something weirdly comforting about starting the day with a creature who has zero judgment and infinite demands for chin scratches. Sure, she’s a little tyrant, but she’s my tyrant. And somehow, that makes every morning just a bit brighter—even if I’m covered in cat hair and slightly sleep-deprived. Anyone else have a pet who’s basically their emotional support alarm clock? #PetLife #CatLover #MorningRoutine #Pets