Me, it’s usually a cat.
Usually, it’s Alfred and Dashiell.
Many mornings I waked up with my arm around Freddy, like he’s a stuffed animal.
Dash likes to purr at me, bump his head on my hand, and pat my face with his soft little hands.
Unfortunately, both these boys are drooly purrers.
Still, if you have to wake up, I can’t think of a better way to do it.
Oh, and if you’re wondering where Izaak is, he’s on my legs, under the comforters, licking the insides of my knees.