I have met my match. His name is Bouncer and he's a 10-pound tabby cat with lovely exotic markings and a titanium will. My world, at least. He's become so powerful that my dog, Lucy, and I are reduced to tiptoeing around him at times.
Morning is the worst of all.
The little feline dictator likes to get up early. No, strike that. No, strike that, too. He demands I get up early. I yell and dig deeper under the covers.