Morning with the cat by the hour

My alarm goes off at 6:40. The cat gets up at 6:38 and sits right on my chest—just to be sure. Next on the schedule: his breakfast, my coffee (we share the view from the window fairly), the sweater I was going to wear, but he's already taken. At 8:10, we say goodbye at the door. He pretends not to care, but he sees me out every time. Who's boss here anyway is an open question.