This damn time change is confusing for kittens. The boys don't read clocks (although maybe I should put one outside the bedroom door just in case). So now they're happily waking me with their incessant scratching on the bedroom door at 6 in the freakin' morning. They don't give a hoot about school children needing sun when they walk to school - they're staying stubbornly on old time. Traditionalists, those fur-faces.
They do spring forward, however. When I open the bedroom door to yell at them to go back to sleep. Clearly, felines operate on some kind of primitive Circadian hard-wired impulse. The same one that makes them jump in the sink at the sound of running water?
Maybe that's instinct, too. Drink now. We could be dying of thirst later! This instinct could be leading them to sharpen their claws on Bee when she visits during the day when I'm not home - they're simply defending Casa Big Cat. You can't really blame them for that can you? Plus, they're confused by the time change. A least that's their defence.
xxx dad
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