Wet nose in the eyesocket.  Yes, a classic.  Stinky embellishes it
with very loud, grunting purrs.

Gentle taps on the nose, usually, or even on my mouth.

Ah.  My midget cat, Mimi, used to just launch things around the room.
Tapes, CDs, books, pencils, the telephone.  You know. ;)

Theresa
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I can't hear, so Rosie goes for the direct approach.  A few well placed
claws into the armpit.

Jo

Persia is much more subtle.  She gives me a gentle tap on the shoulder with
one paw.  I usually roll over and say "Not time yet!"  This nets me another
5 minutes.  Then I get the double-tap.  If this still doesn't work, she
starts leaping over me from one side to the other, which, unless I were
dead, cannot fail to make me sit up and say "Okay okay!!" :o)

Jill

Jazz will vocalize first: MA! ::no answer from Ma::
MA! ::no answer from Ma:
MAMA! ::Mama usually wakes up by then::

Or, jump on the bed and lick Mama's face until Mama wakes up.
Jazz's mama who wishes Jazz wouldn't wake her up at 6 am

My cat apparently thinks that I need grooming.  Her first action upon
greeting me and/or waking me up is to lick me a few times.  If she is
licking a place where the skin is relatively thick, such as the palm
of my hand, this isn't a problem, but most other spots soon start
complaining about being abraded by her sandpaper tongue.  On one
occasion, I opened my eyes, saw her tongue approaching, and closed my
eyes just in time to be licked on the eyelid, not the eyeball.
Fortunately, the licking only lasts for a few seconds before it
progresses to meowing and head-butting.

Goonie licks my nose.

"Tigger" <Tigger@TheLitterBox.com> had some very interesting things to
say about How does your cat wake you up?:

Felix usually doesn't wake me up, since his canned food is an evening
event and he knows it. On the few occasions he's decided he needs to
wake Mom, he'll try pawing me or headbumping. He's also, on a couple
of occasions, reached under the covers and very carefully drawn *one*
claw along a bare arm.

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First, there's the howl.

Then here's walk-across-the-pillow "accidently" pulling my hair.

Jiggling the blinds so that the sunhits my face has been known to be
effective,

And biting the limbs often works,

But the bouncing on the bladder rarely fails.

However, if by some cruel twist of fate, the bladder happens to be empty,
and all other methods have failed, the guranteed, 100% effective, utterly
foolproof method is to stand up the garage door and tease Fluffy till she
starts barking her damn fool head off like there's an intruder somewhere.

*That* gets me up. As well as Joel and Cary.

And since I'm up and *awake* (thanks to all the adrenalin) I may as well
feed that b*st*rd c*t while I'm there.

Yowie

Well, until a few months ago, Vino was a good boy and let me sleep as long
as I wanted, basically.  But recently, he's become a bit of a bastard in the
mornings.  Usually he starts out with a meow right in the ear, some boob
poking and bladder sitting, whisker tickling, etc.  Then it progresses to
scraping his claws on the headboard and pushing things off.  I've had to
remove all objects from the shelf on my headboard, I sleep with my book
under my pillow.  If none of those things have worked, he gets really nasty
and starts to chew on the electrical cords, which causes me a near-heart
attack every time and is sure to get me wide awake and into the kitchen.
Recently, I locked him out of the bedroom for 3 hours when he started
bugging me.  He really didn't like that and so far it's been 6 mornings of
peaceful sleep since that morning.  I'm very impressed, but starting to get
worried about what plans he's hatching in his fuzzy little head!
--
Britta
Sandpaper kisses, a cuddle and a purr. I have an alarm clock that's covered
in fur!
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http://photos.yahoo.com/badwilson click on the Vino album

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Frank stomps around the bed, purring loudly. He goes into the loo and yowls,
which echoes nicely in that tiled room. He comes back and applies
acupuncture on my head to cure me of this sleeping sickness I seem to suffer
from. My spine seems to be another good acupuncture site. The cure is to
drag one claw along the spine. Nikki just sits back and lets Frank do all
the dirty work.

 Hobo used to come in the bedroom and give me a loud meow.  Then a
few more if I didn't comply.  If that failed, he'd jump on the bed,
meow again, then *bite* me on top of the forehead.  That hurt.  Hard
teeth!!  Did I learn?  Not right away but after about a dozen of these
morning nips, I had enough and got up at the first meow.  He doesn't
do that any more - I'm usually up before *he* is!!

Speckles never, ever tried to wake me - - until recently.  But not for
herself.  I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m. to prepare for Hobo's morning
insulin injection.  Just a minute or two before it goes off, she'll
meow and put her nose in my ear and *insist* it's time to rise and
shine.  She patiently watches as Hobo and I go through our routine,
then goes back to sleep.  It seems she's saying,"hey, it's that time
again, don't forget to take care of my buddy!"  She's so sweet.

 Jeanne

None of my 4 ever wake me up, thank God. They all prefer to sleep as long as
possible. Sometimes Abelard won't even get up for breakfast, I have to go
get him out of bed.

I'm undoubtedly tempting providence, but my terrible trio are
extremely thoughful & amuse themselves from daybreak until I stir
maybe 2 hours later. Over the years they've tried assorted trampling
or howling tricks, even the occasional "hawk" and vomit, but I've been
strong & feigned deep sleep even if they've really succeeded in their
efforts. So they've largely given up trying.

Until tomorrow, I expect........

Purrs to all

Gordon, Bandit, Pericles & Snowball

Imp used to wake me up by sticking his face really close to mine and
start purring.  If that didn't work, he'd just flop down beside my
face so I'm breathing in fur.  He hardly does that anymore though. :(
I consider it an honor if he ever shows up on my bed in the morning.
I guess because I'm the 'scary' human that clips his claws and puts
icky stuff on him.  But he DOES allow me to pick him up onto my lap
now.  After a whole year of owning him, he's allowing me to pick him
up.  sheesh!

Mischief will jump on and start kneading various body parts.  I kinda
moan in response and she gives this quick, "Meorf!"  as in "Pet me!"
if that doesn't work, she'll start headbutting the arm or hand, paying
particular attention to using the cold nose.  That gets the desired
result, which is a good scritching.  She might settle down for a bit,
but she eventually leaves and then returns a few hours later and
repeats the whole thing.

Kristi