Ramona was up before anyone else. She crept into the living room and (she later told me) looked at Beachcombingfor awhile, then tiptoed up to my side of the bed and woke me.
As I stumbled toward the coffeemaker, she said to me, "I went to the computer, but you weren't there."
"No," I yawned, "I wasn't. You were the first one up."
She glanced over at the cat. "No, technically, Mr. Putter was the first one up. But I was the first person."