Getting a treat at 5 am

I woke up, felt itcy. Scratched. Decided that a little snack would be nice. Whimper, whimper, whine. Mom always wakes up. She is a light sleeper. Actually she had trouble getting to sleep last night. I whine again. "What is it Tess? Do you need to go out?" She stumbles out of bed and down the stairs, diasarms the night alarm. I follow dutifully, and when she opens the back door, I go outside. Not for long. Not far. I do not need to do anything. When I come back in I look at her and wag expectantly. I deserve my treat, don't I? I grab it and run upstairs, and by the time mom has put the alarm back on and climbed the stairs, I have already eaten my treat, and am comfortably snuggled up in her warm bed. Clever, aren't I?