The alarm rang at 5:30 but I was having such a good time playing with Thatch that I turned it off and stayed in bed. We couldn't coax Annabelle into joining us, and Stella, whom I will occasionaly wake in the middle of the night to find sleeping next to me, strangely prefers not to join in the fun. As soon as I decided to get up, Annabelle jumped from the cat tree to the bed, where she remained aloof. As soon as I was dressed and moving about, she and Thatch took over the teacart: Thatch on the top shelf, and Annabelle on the bottom.