Every morning I get a wake-up call by this guy, Q the Cat.
Q is our rescue cat, "res CUE" being the origin of his name.
I give Mr. Q a lot of deference because of the hard life and near death experience he had as a kitten. Mr. Q is special and I treat him specially.
Q has always been a hungry cat and he get's hungry some time between midnight and 6 AM. He will let me know that he's ready for chow by a nip to the elbow or a gentle paw to my head.
If anything, Q is very polite. He paws me or nips me gently letting me know he's up for some Tuna.
Of course, I respond. It's become a nightly ritual for a YEAR! I get up, have a drink of water, stumble around to find the cat food, feed Q and go back to bed. He never bugs me after that.
I don't begrudge Q's nocturnal habits. After all, Q had a hard life and nearly died at the hands of uncaring, despicable people. It is my honor to give the little guy some Kat Fud in the dead of night.