It’s time I tell you.

Yes, the monkey is sleeping through the night. 8:30pm to 8:30am. Yes, I know I’m so lucky. I waited 11 long months for it, though…. Anyway, I’m still a tired mama. Why? Because of THIS:

This! This!! THIS!!! SILLY CHEATY KITTY! MINDEN!

Every morning, bright and early — way too early (i.e., not bright) — I awake reluctantly with this big kitty sitting on me.

ON ME!

Not only does he lie on me — heavy little sucker — he kisses me! Sort of like in the following picture (only I was awake in this picture). Look how he has to close his eyes to fully absorb the moment. He’s in heaven! I know, awww and, yes, a little ewwww….:

The worst part is that he tries desperately to get my mouth. AKA, he tries to French kiss me! EW! I’ve tried to train him to kiss my nose ONLY — which, let me tell you, is a great exfoliation trick o’ mine. But, my nose just won’t do for him in the morning. So, every morning, half asleep, I nearly suffocate myself under the sheets trying to avoid that eager, slobbery tongue.

This little morning ritual of his is so brutal that I’m tempted to gate him out. But, if I do, he’ll howl (and wake the monkey). A cat that “howls”? Yes. He howls. Often. But, I love him. And, in a way, I love this morning ritual. It’s certainly cuter and more loving than any alarm clock I’ve ever had (monkey not included) — it’s just too bad there’s no snooze, or off, button…that’s all.