I ask, how do you know where the line is if you don't try to cross it?
I admit waking Mom up at 3:30am on a Saturday night might be pushing it, but I've gone there plenty of times. I was hungry after all, my late night snack had been missed somehow. Sure I always have my kibble available but I likes me gravy.
I think the line came around 4:30am to about 5:30am when I meowed every five minutes as I perched on Mom's nightstand like a cat gargoyle. I really thought she should be up and out of the bed already. She had work to do and second breakfast sounded good to me.
I must say Mom is far more spry than I thought when she flails out of bed peeved. Luckily this grannycat has the ability to ignore any crabby human words. She did get a lot done this weekend, so I say it was all worth it in the end.