Every morning, right about half an hour before the alarm goes off, Rufus gets up. He does it without fail, and he even takes into account the time change during daylight savings.
Sometimes he just starts meowing. "Meow, get up, meow, I'm hungry, meow," he insists. So Stefan groggily gets up and dumps a handful of food in the cat dish. After that, the voracious smacking commences.
Other times, he systematically knocks papers, lotion bottles, spools of jewelry chain, and the postage scale off my desk. It's amusing, I guess, if you are amused by gravity.
Recently he discovered a new method of annoyance: he stretches on my beloved message board. And I think his claws must get stuck in it, because this stretching is followed by a BANG-BANG-BANG as he slams it against the wall.
I think it is his life goal to drive me to the brink of sanity.