6am is when the cats expect their breakfast. If breakfast is late, they graciously provide a reminder service each in their own way.
Max had the best wake up routine. In his very sweet way, he would lightly walk over to my head as I slept and he would very gently start licking me on the nose. It was his way of saying good morning. If I didn't respond to the gentle licks after awhile of trying he would mix in the the tiniest of nips to the nose. That usually got my attention!
Nahum takes a very different approach. He dive bombs the bed. He will run across the room, jumps on the bed and runs across the foot of the bed and jumps down all at lightening speed. This is repeated over and over. His actions are also accompanied by the strange sounds he makes.
Rose, with her skittishness is more limited in what she offers to the cause. She may climb the clothes drying rack or run around to make some noise, but generally she sits off to the side on the room and lets out a little squeak! Like Willow's approach, her little squeak does also add to the guilt feelings which often prompts human action.
Together they all do their part to remind us silly humans that it's time to feed them. Somehow, even without their reminders, I don't think we would forget.