The cat is sitting on my nightstand.
Looking at me.
When I don't wake up, he starts tossing things off my nightstand. One earring. A bottle of water. Two books.
I pick him up off the nightstand, with the full intention of tossing him into the office and closing the door so that I can get another hour or two of sleep.
And he starts to purr and purr and purr. It's a lovefest.
And I'm wide awake.