I don't know if I have ever mentioned this subject before but roughly between 4 a.m. and 5 a.m. Rupert, who is the main culprit, will leap all over the bed making lots of burrpy and chirrupy noises until one of us gives in and gets up to open the hatch in the back door.
All of the others are waiting in the wings, so to speak letting him do the business and as soon as we get up there is a tide of black furry bodies all rushing along the hall to the back door.
Job well done Rupert !
The problem is that the clocks go back one hour on Saturday and as cats have no conception of this it means that one of us will be getting up between 3 a.m. and 4 a.m. in the morning to let them out.
I know you're probably thinking well, just let him get on with it.
Not possible...... he doesn't give up and feels like a ton weight.
What we do for the love of our cats. lol.
Looks like butter wouldn't melt in his mouth.