Where's That Snooze Button?

Hattie Mae woke me up this morning like she always does: by pawing my hands and licking my face.  It's delightful!  

When I finally pried my eyes open and looked at the clock on Dave's nightstand I saw that it was already 5:53.  "Honey," I cried!  "It's 5:53!  Did your alarm go off?"

"Ya," he replied.  "I'm sleeping in a little.  I hit the snooze button."

"Oh!  Okay."  So then I turned back over to Hattie and asked, "where's your snooze button?"

I got another lick.