Gracie and I had a heart-to-heart talk this morning about Daylight Savings Time.
Starting at 4:30 a.m.
Gracie: (poking on Studly Doright’s nose) “Meow?”
Me: “Gracie, shh! It’s not time to get up yet.“
Gracie: (rubbing her head against the alarm clock) “Meow.”
Me: “The humans have messed with time. It makes no sense to us either, but we’ll acclimate.”
Gracie: (striding across Studly’s body and plopping onto my chest.) “Meow!!!”
Me: (pushing myself out of bed) “But until we acclimate I’ll bow to your wishes. As usual.”
Gracie: (supervising the food delivery system, aka, me) “Purrrrrrrr.”
She’s now sleeping soundly on my feet. Little tyrant.