When Comet wants attention he wants to get right up into my face. Day or evening. If I’m just waking up, sitting on the edge of the bed, he extends his paws and stretches -easily – to start licking my beard! Ugh. It’s Oh-dark-thirty and I haven’t had coffee nor greeted the missus with “Another fine day. We are still vertical!”
But really, Comet? Dexter, at the very least, shoves his backside at you for butt -scratchies. I can ignore THAT before my morning coffee.
Well, at least I don’t have to find any crumpled dollar bills.