Rose: It's six o'clock! Go away!
Peekaboo: My six o'clock cancelled.
Six AM? That late, huh? Our two start dancing all over me, yowling, and whisker-tickling if I’m not conscious by 5:15. Maybe I should count myself lucky at that. In the afternoon, with 5:30 cat suppertime, the Hungry Cat Club starts its meeting at around 4!