There’s no better feeling than to shuffle out of bed in the morning into the kitchen, only to be greeted by feline adoration.  Ophy looks anxiously through the French door, pawing impatiently at the door as I walk towards and through it, then wraps herself around my ankles while purring like crazy.  Pippa stands on top of the cat perch, chirping her morning greeting to me while leaning out as far as she can, bobbing up and down to get a head rub.  Then a big >thunk< as Pippa hits the floor and runs towards me so that I can give equal attention to both madly purring cats.

Like I said, a pretty great way to start each day.