Early morning alarm call

I was awoken at 6am this morning by the delightful sound of a cat vomitting !!!!
Having leapt out of bed, half asleep and totally uncoordinated, I discovered that this was Maisie's version of a wake up call.
The clever girl has discovered that maiowing doesn't have the desired effect and the quickest way to get me to let her out of the kitten pen is to make gagging noises.
So, at 6 am, there I am in my nightie, clearing up puke and fighting off the attentions of 4 hyperactive 6 week old kittens.
Maisie wants her breakfast and the babies want to go on the rampage around the lounge and to attack anything that doesn't move out of the way fast enough.
This mornings target for these attentions was poor Phoebe - who was keeping a low profile and eating her plate of biscuit until she was spotted by Lee. Poor Pheeebs couldn't get away from the little beasts, they had her surrounding and were totally unimpressed with her impersonation of an aerosol spray.
They are either totally fearless or relentlessly thick.
Breakfast over, peace reigned as kittens pinned Mum to the big cat bed and had a quick guzzle and Phoebe accompanied me back to bed, her to perform her ablutions and me to have a cup of tea.