Early morning Exercise

My original plan was to get up and sneak some minutes of sewing in, go vote in the primary, then off to work.... but noooo-oooo-ooo. So, instead, this was my morning workout... Woke up - suddenly-- at 4:45am (now I don't have to go to work until 8:30, mind you) to the lovely sound of wood chips falling to the floor (...cats definitely need a scratching post - or death) as Tigger sharpened his claws one more time on the corner of our wall upstairs (right outside our bedroom). One HEALTHY jump out of bed (gets the blood started), scoop up a sweater (fell on the floor , off from my bed, during the night)- counts as a bend from the waist, doesn't it?--, sprint down the stairs as quietly as possible, sweater in hand (doesn't that count as weight lifting?),-- realize I can't REALLY get the cat, as he's raced down into the cellar (cellar door is open, as their kitty litter box is down there)-- okay, time out to take pulse (and 'tinkle'), --after coming out, I see 'said' kitty walking to his food dish ("Don't you WISH!!"), -- do a very wimpy throw of sweater at cat in dark kitchen (of course he scampers back to the cellar!)... and I procede to end 'said' exercise routine in leiu of my pillow. However, you realize I am fully awake, now, blood pumping... so end up out of bed at 5:30am after tossing and turning...and this time, I feed the one who was good, Squeak, and just tossed a few crumblets into the food dish of the culprit ("Dream on, kitty..."). Okay, so I'll feed him eventually, before I leave for work... see? After all, I don't want to come home to a pile of sawdust! Exercise over.(Whew!) ... and to think, I used to like my kitties! (Wonder how many lives they have left?....)