When I wake up in the morning, I can hear him hopping in. There is no carpet in the bedroom yet; his nails click on the wooden floor. He sits next to the bed and stands up on his hind legs: time for a pet. I stretch out one arm and cover his head with my hand. He starts to toothpurr and licks my hand. In the meantime the cats are walking all over me: time to rise. The whole lot needs to be fed. I put the kettle on for coffee and feed the cats their biscuits; in the meantime Franky and Miffy are awaiting their piece of bread. I switch on the computer and need to go to the toilet desperately by now. The water boils and I pour some on the coffee. I gather some vegetables for the guinea pigs and the pellets for the rabbits. The boys in the back room are released and run outside. I throw some more water on the coffee and go outside.