I love my cats. They are beautiful, sweet and very loving. I have also learned that they have a Lassie complex.

This morning at 5 am, Cloud comes into the bedroom and starts in on a drone of WAAAAOOW++. When a Siamese cat is bitching at you, there’s no way to ignore it. Being that it was 5 and not 6:15, I ignored it, thinking he was probably thirsty and the water dish was empty.

Then again 15 minutes later. I ignore it again.

At 5:30a, Aeris comes in with her sweet little meows, but is equally loud to Cloud and she actually jumps on me and meows at my face. I pet her and shove her off, mumbling that I’ll fill the water dish in a half hour.

5:40a, Cloud comes in, starts bitching and also jumps on me and continues to yell in my face. I pet him and also tell him at 6 I’ll get up, just let me sleep a little longer so I can actually go to the gym tonight.

At 6a both of them jump on me and start yelling. At this point when two Siamese are screaming in your face, it’s time to get up and see what the deal is. I go to their water dish in the cat room and it’s not completely empty but it is kind of making a weird noise. I go to the kitchen for a big cup to fill and – lo and behold – the garage door is wide open. I was going to close it, but then I see something moving behind the glass storm door.

Zidane has been stuck outside in the garage for at least an hour, and the Siams were trying to tell me that he was stuck outside in the dark by himself.

This is after the fact that Cloud has previously come into the bedroom screaming at us and when we finally got up to see what it was, the dishwasher had leaked all over the kitchen floor.

Here is what they SHOULD have been doing at 5a.