The 3am pummel

Dedicated to Gizmo, the reason for more sleepless nights than I care to mention. He'll wait till Linda and I are both asleep before launching himself onto the bed. Then he'll work his way between us, chirruping all the while. Then he'll start pummelling, with his claws out. It's at this point that I have to wrestle him off us, and he retreats to the foot of the bed. A quarter of an hour later he starts moving up the bed and the cycle begins again. Repeat until dawn.

The trumpet in the fourth frame was never scripted but the idea occurred to me as I was drawing the strip, and it was too good to ignore.