Have I mentioned lately my dislike for cats?

One of ours, Bella, has developed the extremely annoying habit of watching for any sign of life in Robbo in the pre-dawn hours.  When satisfied that I am even within visiting distance of consciousness, she then begins to parade across my person, purring loudly.  Sometimes she will go so far as to jump, landing four-square on my stomach. 

You might think Bella does this as a sign of affection, but you would be mistaken.  She just wants me to get up and feed her.

Pest.