I actually forgot. I was wanting to watch "The Chris Matthews" talk show this morning, which comes on at 6:30 AM, and was disappointed when they were running an infomercial.
I thought maybe they had switched broadcast time because they were going to cover the NYC Marathon, and didn't have time to switch back once it was cancelled.
Not until I finally looked at my COMPUTER clock did realize it was only 5:30 AM.
I don't know about you, but I'm starting to find those little "Senior-Moment" breaks from reality quite refreshing.
Yes I fell back! But the critters didn't! They were up begging for breakfast an hour early. My conversation went like this: "Uhhhh . . . harumph . . . it's too early! Go back to bed!" then I put my head down. I guess they got the message because they went back to bed until I woke up again. Cats are so smart!
Lynn,
Your cats are waaay more forgiving than our resident feline/overlord. Got the same wake-up call – "my food bowl is empty, fill it NOW!"
Looked at the clock, rolled over in a futile attempt to take advantage of that extra hour.
Paws up on the edge of the bed, bright green eyes boring into the back of my head , plus that almost subliminal growl promising exquisite and inventive forms of harassment until I fill the aforementioned bowl.
OK, so I'm a wuss, I caved.
PS: Your graphic reminds me of the classic "Buttered Cat Paradox".
We all know that if you drop a cat, it'll ALWAYS land on its feet. We also know that if you drop a piece of toast, it'll ALWAYS land jelly-side down on the floor.
So what happens if you strap a slice of jellied-toast on the back of a cat, and then drop it? CONUNDRUM!
With any other animal, that might be a conundrum, but these are cats we're talking about.
#1, you have to strap a slice of toast on the back of the cat.
#2, after you have finished applying antiseptic and bandages to the wounds incurred while attempting to accomplish #1, you have to find a place from which to drop a very pissed-off cat.
#3, you have to locate the aforementioned pissed-off cat, who has vacated the premises at a high rate of speed upon being dropped, to determined if the piece of toast landed up or down.
#4, good luck with #1 through 3, you will need it 🙂
Stupid me! I forgot to turn the clocks back. That's not the bad part though.
I forgot to teach the cats how to tell time so they woke me up at their usual 5:30 AM which was actually 4:30 AM. Today we reached a happy medium of 5 AM. Hopefully we'll even out even better as the week progresses.
Since I got only an hour or two of sleep last night, I fell back early. I did fall back and have voted. OBAMA-BIDEN got my vote.
Thanks TC
Love the cat!!
We are loveable. 🙂
Meoooooow !! What time is it anyway-!!
6:32 AM
I actually forgot. I was wanting to watch "The Chris Matthews" talk show this morning, which comes on at 6:30 AM, and was disappointed when they were running an infomercial.
I thought maybe they had switched broadcast time because they were going to cover the NYC Marathon, and didn't have time to switch back once it was cancelled.
Not until I finally looked at my COMPUTER clock did realize it was only 5:30 AM.
I don't know about you, but I'm starting to find those little "Senior-Moment" breaks from reality quite refreshing.
One year I showed up to church and hour early and found it empty.
Yes I fell back! But the critters didn't! They were up begging for breakfast an hour early. My conversation went like this: "Uhhhh . . . harumph . . . it's too early! Go back to bed!" then I put my head down. I guess they got the message because they went back to bed until I woke up again. Cats are so smart!
Lynn,
Your cats are waaay more forgiving than our resident feline/overlord. Got the same wake-up call – "my food bowl is empty, fill it NOW!"
Looked at the clock, rolled over in a futile attempt to take advantage of that extra hour.
Paws up on the edge of the bed, bright green eyes boring into the back of my head , plus that almost subliminal growl promising exquisite and inventive forms of harassment until I fill the aforementioned bowl.
OK, so I'm a wuss, I caved.
We rule!
PS: Your graphic reminds me of the classic "Buttered Cat Paradox".
We all know that if you drop a cat, it'll ALWAYS land on its feet. We also know that if you drop a piece of toast, it'll ALWAYS land jelly-side down on the floor.
So what happens if you strap a slice of jellied-toast on the back of a cat, and then drop it?
CONUNDRUM!
With any other animal, that might be a conundrum, but these are cats we're talking about.
#1, you have to strap a slice of toast on the back of the cat.
#2, after you have finished applying antiseptic and bandages to the wounds incurred while attempting to accomplish #1, you have to find a place from which to drop a very pissed-off cat.
#3, you have to locate the aforementioned pissed-off cat, who has vacated the premises at a high rate of speed upon being dropped, to determined if the piece of toast landed up or down.
#4, good luck with #1 through 3, you will need it 🙂
We solved that paradox a long time ago. We eat the toast on the way down and land on our feet.
Stupid me! I forgot to turn the clocks back. That's not the bad part though.
I forgot to teach the cats how to tell time so they woke me up at their usual 5:30 AM which was actually 4:30 AM. Today we reached a happy medium of 5 AM. Hopefully we'll even out even better as the week progresses.
Tell your cats that their cousin TC says they should hold out!