Paul woke up, feeling refreshed. He looked around the bedroom. John was still asleep, snoring loudly. He went over to George's bed. The youngest Beatle was also asleep, but their was a lump under the duvet. Paul peeled back the covers, and discovered the lump was Ringo, his small kitten body curled up in a ball on George's tummy, rising up and down to George's breathing. Paul almost died from a cuteness attack, but he knew he had to wake his sleeping friends.

He chose to wake George first, since he knew how grumpy John could get when woken up, and he knew George would stop being grouchy once he was fed.

"Georgie, time to wake up," Paul shook his shoulders.

"Don't wanna...I'm only sleeping..." George grumbled, still half-asleep.

"George, you have to get up. It's half eleven in the morning and we've got stuff to do," Paul shook him harder, but he kept falling asleep again. Then Paul had an idea.

"Think, by the time you get up, you'll have already missed breakfast..." said Paul innocently.

George was suddenly wide awake, and jerked up, waking Ringo. He picked the kitten up and rushed downstairs. Paul rolled his eyes and tried to wake John up.

"John. John, get up now. You have to wake up," Paul pushed John's body.

"Don't bother me..." John muttered, pulling his duvet over his head.

Paul got fed up with John in the end and sung loudly at him "I'M HENRY THE 8TH I AM, HENRY THE 8TH I AM, I AM!!!!!"

John fell out of bed from shock, and swiftly got down on his knees by Paul "Please, please me and DON'T sing that song! You know I hate it!!! Anything but that song!!!"

"Oh, so now you're awake," Paul raised his eyebrows, "You better be quick and get some breakfast before George eats everything."  

John nodded and galloped downstairs.