[Sam Cree]

When I still lived at home with my parents (which is like 30 years ago, or more) we had a cat that woke you up in the am by biting your toes, if he could find them.

A toe bite meant he wanted bacon (as opposed to, say, a fresh gold finch).

[Overtaxed]

She usually wakes me up by letting me feel the business end of her claws on my face (although she's never scratched me.) She likes to play "pounce on the lumps under the blankets" but not usually first thing in the morning.