My cat insists on waking me up on around 4:00 a.m., 20 minutes before the alarm is set for the weekdays. This is aggravating enough Monday through Friday, but when she does it on the weekend, when I don't even set an alarm, it's particularly uncute. Her meow, I hesitate to say, because it makes me sad to admit it, isn't the most endearing sound in the world. It's about as subtle and elegant as her indiscreet trampling across my face as if she can't tell the difference between my cheek and a pillow. When I know she really can.