Got woken up this morning by Rex whining at me and knocking my glasses around on the bedside table. I sleepily told him to bigger off, it’s too early, let me sleep. He kept at it, and as a bespecticled person the paranoia of my glasses getting knocked onto the floor was enough to pull me out of sleep enough to see the alarm clock and see I had forgotten to turn the alarm on and had overslept (by a couple of minutes only, about the amount of time that Rex had been bugging me). For the bitching I do when the cats wake me up, sometimes I’m convinced they know exactly what they’re doing. Go alarm clock cat!