3:30 a.m.

Today, my cat either (1) decided he needed to sleep longer because it was cold and dreary out or (2) decided he'd be nice to me.  I think it was #1.  Lately, one of our cats, Baby, has decided that 3:30 a.m. is a great time to wake up, meow loudly several times and then want to go outside to play.  The frustrating part is that he meows, then waits.  Me, in a semi-sleep stupor, try to snap my fingers indicating to him that he needs to lay back down on the bed and shut up.  He, in a cat-ignoring way, decides not to listen.  Over and over he continues his meowing antics until frustrated I clamber out of bed and look for his fuzzy body in the dark.  If I go for him in a rage, he'll hide.  If I act like I'm glad to see him, he'll come to me.  He looks at me like, "Oh, you're awake!  Awesome!  Can I eat?  How about some petting?  Outside to play maybe?"  It's always outside when he wakes me that early.

Later in the morning when I get up, guess who's outside looking in the window?  And of course, if some other member of the family comes by and asks, "Why is Baby outside?", he looks at them like he's been tortured and neglected and how dare he be left out in the dark and cold.  Who would do such a thing as he looks at me with an innocent but condescending stare.  I feel like he needs to be a furry football right about then.  The rest of the family treats him like royalty as he once again gets his way.