Ellie is a snuggle bean. When it's time for me to hit the sheets for the night she's immediately on the bed waiting for me to settle in so she can claim her spot. And her spot is wherever I am. She snuggles in right next to me. She has to be touching. If I move, she moves. And she won't move out of the way until the last moment before she gets squashed.
She settles down on top of the covers. But at some point during the night she moves and burrows under the covers. Since I typically sleep on my back, she stretches out along my side, with her butt at my hip and her nose in my armpit.
That part usually wakes me up. She has a cold nose.
When the alarm goes off in the morning I usually hit the snooze. At least once. When the alarm goes off she scrambles out from under the covers and leaps off the bed. But she doesn't go anywhere. She's immediately back on the bed and finding me. Then she starts to whine.
No. That's what I tell her. Then she hops of the bed and takes a survey of the place. And she comes back and up on the bed again.
If the alarm happens to go off again, the second she sees my hand peek out from under the covers… she pounces. On my back.
It usually makes me laugh. Then she whines. If I refuse her again, she pounces from my back to the bed in such a way she lands with her nose in my face.
Oh I see. She just needs attention.
And I usually realize at this point that I'm not going to get the extra 9 minutes of sleep I so covet. So I crawl out of bed and take her outside.
That is how my day starts. Every day.