What's with this time of year? Who cares about daylight saving time? I mean there are animals all over our country terribly confused, not to mention the poor folks who's shift patterns will be disrupted. for Momma, she loves the extra hour. she uses it the night before to watch a long film until midnight and then has the allotted hour in bed still. she confuses me, surly you can only use the hour once?
Either way, my stomach is perplexed and utterly confused as its juices rage around in anguish at this additional hour. I lay passed out on the kitchen floor, holding my griping midline and hope it doesn't turn to dust. My head is spinning, I feel dizzy and sick. I need sustenance and it seems hours away. I ring CatLine, to add insult to injury, a recorded message tells me it doesn't open until nine. this is torture!
I was wondering how I would manage if I was to travel abroad like Jaz & Jamie? (Faith's kittens) How would the time zones work then? I would have foodlag! They are tougher than I and by all accounts they get bribed with a fish supper.... where is my bribe?
Nope, this won't do. I hear feet on the stairs, Momma is coming to serve petit dejeuner. I must make the effort to scrape my sorry self off the floor and act normal. If I am not wailing and yawping at full pelt I might end up with a trip to see Simon the Vet and that will never do!
KS =^..^=
Either way, my stomach is perplexed and utterly confused as its juices rage around in anguish at this additional hour. I lay passed out on the kitchen floor, holding my griping midline and hope it doesn't turn to dust. My head is spinning, I feel dizzy and sick. I need sustenance and it seems hours away. I ring CatLine, to add insult to injury, a recorded message tells me it doesn't open until nine. this is torture!
I was wondering how I would manage if I was to travel abroad like Jaz & Jamie? (Faith's kittens) How would the time zones work then? I would have foodlag! They are tougher than I and by all accounts they get bribed with a fish supper.... where is my bribe?
Nope, this won't do. I hear feet on the stairs, Momma is coming to serve petit dejeuner. I must make the effort to scrape my sorry self off the floor and act normal. If I am not wailing and yawping at full pelt I might end up with a trip to see Simon the Vet and that will never do!
KS =^..^=
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