Waking up is an unsavory task all by itself. Doesn't help a bit to have a cat's nether parts pressed against your cheek. A cat who, how shall I say, is less than dainty in her hygiene? If I didn't know better, I'd think she was making a statement about her perceived relationship with me, and I don't know better. Why are blessings always mixed blessings? I wouldn't mind a pure, unadulterated blessing once in a while. Just a simple "Here's something wonderful, no strings attached, no repercussions, no unforeseen consequences--enjoy!" I suppose it's only fair. Horrible things aren't purely horrible either. Or so they say.