This is a challenging time of year for me, and for Mommy too. One of my many critical job duties, as the family housecat, is to wake Mommy each morning. Her waking is the official start of the day, so if I fail my mission (and she is awakened by the hated noisy box instead) the whole morning is ruined.
I typically go by the rising of the sun to judge my approach (or when I need a snack, water, or snuggles). At this time of year, the time of the sunrise changes almost daily, throwing me all off. It throws Mommy off too, as she questions me daily, saying things like "Are fluffing kidding me little cat? Do you know what time it is?" To which I reply "Mew" meaning "No. You know I can't tell time. I'm doing my best here."
After a couple of days of innocently missed cues on my part, she becomes less trusting and less willing to arise at my first request. As a result I'm forced to turn to more drastic measures. Simply knocking things off the nightstand isn't going to keep cutting it.
I have formed a plan that I hope to put in play in the very near future. I can't report the plan yet, as Mommy is my ghostwriter, and the element of surprise will be critical. Stay tuned... and sleep well Mommy.