Do you recall a time when you had the best wake up call ever in your life? Perhaps your boyfriend or girlfriend woke you up with a kiss a stroked your head till you were awake. Or your children came bursting into your room on Christmas day, urging you to head down to the tree so they could open their presents. For several years when I was little, the best wake up call was for my mother to take my hamster, Timmy, out of his cage, and set him upon my bed, where he proceeded to snuggle either under the back of my neck, or in the crook under my jaw. When I went to boarding school, the best wake up calls there were the ones where either your room mate or a close friend shoved a chocolate in your face for if you got up, or flashed a box of bacon at you until you jumped up so you could get some when they cooked it. At this point in my life, because I no longer have Timmy, and my only room mate is my sister, the best wake up call for me is when my mother brings both my rats out and sets them on my bed. They are ecstatic to be free, so they begin to chase each other up and down the bed, they climb all over me, and push my blanket out of the way so they can have tunnels and pull it in on some places so they can have a nest. Baby likes to sniff my face all over, looking for something to clean up, and when I sit up, they both like to take turns sitting on my shoulder to have the best vantage point. I loved Timmy. My mother and I used to call the time in the mornings that he was allowed on my bed with me "Timmy time". I don't believe I ever imagined that I would be able to have two of the sweetest little critters at the same time, making my old Timmy time, twice the fun.