Normally I feed the Meesh after I've had a shower and have been awake long enough to use my hands, open my eyes and hopefully know what day of the week it is. This normally takes me quite a while. Until I give her breakfast she is impossible. She trips me up by skipping about under my feet, she mieows so loudly and continuously that I have considered using my F1 earplugs and of course she has perfected the big-I'm-the-cat-from-Shrek-look which I always give in to.
This morning Mr B fed Meisha before I woke up. What a heavenly morning I had! No cat to trip over! No shrill shreeky mieows! No big eyes making me feel guilty!
But Meisha had an even better morning. After eating her fill at 6:15am she was sprawled out, sound asleep by 7am.
Now that's the life I'd like.