Someone forgot to tell our cats that Daylight Savings Time went into effect last night. Instead of the purring, pawing, annoying cats that greet us every morning at 4:15 a.m., this morning we had the joy of being awakened by the same creatures at 3:15 a.m.
"Look at the clock" I moaned, as I shoved a cat off my belly. "It's not even four-frickin'-a.m."
"Mow. Meow. Mow."
How do you reason with someone like that? I sense a week or two of no sleep ahead of us...