For the past week or so, I have been getting a 5:45am wake up call.  Every morning Pookie comes into our room and crawls into bed with us.

Literally…5:45 every morning.  He cannot tell time.  There is no clock in his room.  The whole house is asleep.  No alarm clocks go off.  No dogs bark.  Nothing.  So how does this kid know when its 5:45 every morning?  I wish I knew.  But I can tell you he is as predictable as that atomic clock in the desert (see www.time.gov for the official US government’s time right now!)

Even weirder, I have started to wake up *just* before I hear him leave his bedroom and head for ours.  What is going on!