There will be no sleeping when the cat has to poop.

Our cat prefers to poop outside. Could be there just isn't enough privacy in the back corner of the laundry room, nestled behind the door and next to the washing machine, completely concealed so that there is a perfect cat sized crack to waltz through when he finally decides it's time to go. Maybe he's telepathic and knows how much I hate scooping the box. Maybe the neighbors yard just is better than his box for covering up the glittering jewels he leaves for them. Whatever the reason... it's starting to get annoying.

Pink knows that he must take drastic measure to roust Jorma, (HA! You thought it was me?) from the bed at 5:30am to let him out. First he starts his threatening meow. It isn't the actual meow that that's threatening, it's the position he is meowing from.
He starts in the kitchen, having somehow associated meowing with Tuna, in hopes that one of us will leap from bed to feed him before letting him out. But then slowly moves in the hallway. Stopping in front of Connors room.

He did the same thing when we were living in California.
When I was pregnant and sleeping he would go to the foot of the bed and scream until Jorma opened a can of tuna for him. This of course started a trend and now, the cat is holding us hostage. There will be no sleeping when the cat has to poop. He's ensured this, by threatening to wake the baby who if awake, also allows no sleeping.

He never meows consistantly enough to actually wake the sleeping child but long enough for Jorma to stumble out of bed, scoop him up and throw him outside, before the Kracken awakens. This isn't because he isn't trying to wake the baby. This is because his brain is the size of a walnut and he's not so much with the rationalization. But, this works for Kitty.

Although for Jorma, not so much - he's one of those people that can't go back to sleep once he wakes up.
I know, RIGHT?! I married one of THOSE people! But hell, he gets up at 5:30 am to let the cat out... what's not to love.