She has a specific behavior and vocalisation when she thinks it’s time for me to get out of bed: she’ll stomp around in the hallway and yell out, “Mwa’-ee’-uh’!..Mwa’-ee’-uh’! [apostrophe being a glottal stop, here]”.
It just occurred to me that she’s doing her best to say, “Wake up!”
…Nah. Couldn’t be.
do you sense that she finds you frustrating at times?
Oh, absolutely. But I shape up. For the NONCE. 
well, your cat wouldn’t be the first one thinkin’ it’s human …thanks for sharing, from another catlover.
berti
I don’t think it’s strange at all, Nano.
The cat does. 
djm
It recalls an old Gilbert Shelton Cartoon strip, where Fat Freddy’s Cat was pestering him, saying, “Me Out! Me Out! Prowl now!” for a long time until Fat freddy got the message. The punchline was “I swear, these humans are so stupid they don’t even understand their own language.”
Well, yeah. But any excuse for a topic, you know?
But I do think it’s oddish that she stomps around in the hallway and yells as opposed to standing on my chest and meowing in my face, which to me would seem more normal. I mean, she sleeps on the bed with me. But if she wants me up? Noooo. The obvious and easy will not do. She has to stage a production replete with drama.
Okay, then. You want from weird? When I’m praising her, she’ll crouch bunched-up and seek out real or imaginary bits on the floor and nibble at them, fidgety-like, for all the world like she’s blushing and saying, “Aw, shucks.” Yeah, it’s cute, but…it’s still questing for bits o’ crap on the floor, hey. Real or imaginary.
I have to admit I get that sneaking suspicion from time to time.
Because it’s vaguely pertinent:
I don’t think your cat is telling you to get up but actually calling by name.
"Mwa’-ee’-uh’
That is your cat name.
I’ve noticed in situations where mine is calling me he uses a specific call and there is a different one for my wife.
He used another for our cat that passed away last year and he called it for some time after she died.
Now when I’m up and asking him “WHAT!?!”… which is the beginning of the feeding ritual… and THAT is a easter egg hunt of cat treats… I’m serious. 
He gets really mad if he doesn’t get a “hunt” every morning. Before the hunt begins he yells “My-cow!” to which I ask “whos cow?” and he says “My COW!”
Its great fun… the spoiled little b’astard.
Ok… he’s not a b’astard as I met his dad and its on the paperwork.
Mine’s started jumping on and off the bed just beside my head when he wants me to get up (and meowing loudly as well). Really funny at 4am 
It’s not like he even needs food half the time, I leave some in his bowl when I go to bed, he just wants attention. One time last week he was pestering me to get up, so I got out of bed, went through to the kitchen and switched on the light. He then went straight to his bowl and started eating. It was like he just wanted me to give him some light so he could see his food. I turned out the light, went back to bed and he left me alone until I got up at 7am as normal.
But the really fun game he’s playing just now is when I get ready to leave for work in the morning. He sits behind the arm chair, or on it and hides behind the arm, then waits for me to go put my jacket on in the hallway. Once he sees me walk through he runs full speed behind me and whacks my calf with his paws as he runs past. Every. Morning. I think in his mind I’m an impala and he’s a cheetah cleverly waiting for the right time to sprint past and pounce on his prey.
No more Attenborough for that cat (does anyone else’s cat like to watch the wildlife programs?)
It works! It works! 
Male cats generally are a lot more playful than females. Sadly, they seem to suffer more health problems when they get old.
Enjoy his inventiveness at new forms of play. If nothing else, he’s just saying he loves you. What more can you ask of any companion?
djm
Hazel begs to differ.
Mubu has been fascinated by hippos and antelopes, needless to say birds and rodents. The big cats have interested her. She’ll watch dog programs, but I sense a mood of distaste. One time she was watching CG dinosaurs with very close attention.
and you don’t take her to the zoo?
SHe IS the zoo. A National Geographic Special, right under my roof.
She goes outside for walkies, though. Her prime directive is to eat grass, puke it up, claw trees, and climb them halfway just to prove she’s in the game. She hardly even looks at the rabbits and squirrels. Too mundane, I imagine, after you’ve seen hippos.
You may be right! But, that IS the only time she vocalises so. She has different ones for every occasion, such as when she wants to go out, and another for when she realises we are indeed going out, or when she thinks her dish is low on kibble, or is chiding me about the catbox, or just wants my attention, or is wondering where I am (on those rare occasions when she wasn’t following me around and lost track), when I’m getting a treat out for her, or when she announces to the world that she’s bored. Quite a vocabulary.
She knows her name, but greatly prefers instead to be called “cat”. It pleases her.
Speaking of 4:00 a.m. . . .
My cat keeps waking me up at about 4:00 a.m. lately, but in a mysterious way. I don’t hear her meowing, she’s not clawing at me or stepping on me or pacing to wake me up. But I wake up at 4:00, and there she is, right beside me on the bed and staring down at me from more or less this pose:
with a sort of cold and distant expression on her face; her eyes are almost unseeing, glassy. It’s sort of creepy. I reach up and pet her and she turns into her normal purring self and half-closes her eyes and curls up beside me again. But I don’t know what’s going on with that weird staring-down-at-me thing. I’m starting to wonder if she’s exercising mind control, or absorbing my soul, or something.
Maybe she’s calling you “Holly” when she does the whole “mwa ee uh” thing. It just seems right.