There is this thing that happens each and every morning.
Alexis is wide awake in her bed (yes, she does in fact have the greatest bed ever made) and Max climbs up her ladder, crawls in bed with her, and snuggles.
It's why I can't get Alexis up and dressed every morning. She's awake, but her purring alarm clock demands that she stays put.
The only problem is that for some reason, Max doesn't go in Alexis' room on the weekends. Ever. That means Alexis is up and out of bed and looking to be entertained at Way Too Early o'Clock every weekend.
I'd like to ask Max a question and that is -- WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL? Throw me a bone, cat.