Jess, you have some of the cutest stories!
When I was a kid, we had a black cat. Jet black, with bright green eyes. We named him "Devil" and it was a good name for him too, because he was a devil; maybe even a demon. But he was very cute.
Every morning he would walk into my parent's bedroom, hop up on their bed and bite my mom on her toes....HARD! He wanted her to wake up and feed him. But I'd hear her yell "ouch" (I'm being kind with the language here) and I knew it was time to get up and dress for school.
That cat was a wonderful "alarm clock"!