... AND AN HOUR.
Cat hour, that is.
MOUSES!
Yup, I've been stuck here in this ol' house with the peeps for thirty-three weeks now, plus one extra hour on account of Daylight Standard Time kickin' in last night, which means I'VE BEEN STUCK HERE IN THIS OL' HOUSE WITH THE PEEPS FOR ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE MILLION, SIX HUNDRED AND FIFTY-EIGHT THOUSAND CAT SECONDS.
And that's a whole lotta time, for sure.
MOUSES!
So word in the alley is, cats and peeps, far and wide, have been wonderin' what I did with that whole extra hour this mornin'.
Well...
Well...
Well I did what any respectable kitty would do and slept right through it.
MOUSES!
You know, peeps are up in arms - and probably legs, too - cloggin' up my social media, complaining 'bout the ol' changin' of the clocks thing, and I'm wonderin'...
DON'T YOU HAVE ANY BETTER THINGS TO DO?
I mean...
I mean...
I mean, you got a whole extra hour of sleep last night.
WHAT'S THERE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT?
MOUSES!
Yeah, yeah, their CIRCADIAN RHYTHMS are all outta whack. Well let me tell you somethin', peeps out there: circadian rhythms are detrimentally affected by stress, too, so gettin' all stressed out 'cause I, Seville the Cat, got to have an extra hour of sleep last night and didn't have to wake up 'til after the sun rose this mornin', isn't gonna help your cause much now, is it.
Not a question; it's a statement of fact.
MOUSES!
And what's more...
And what's more...
And what's more, you peeps don't know how lucky you are. First of all, you peeps get to choose what time to get up, when you get to go to bed, and when brekkies will be served, not to mention lunches, sup-sups, and snacks. YOU PEEPS get to make all the rules. YOU PEEPS are in control of the clocks!
You should try dealin' with an out of whack circadian rhythm when you're a cat.
MOUSES!
So what if my tummy was grumblin' this mornin' when brekkies were served an hour late?
SO WHAT?
I got an extra hours sleep out of that. PLUS, my brekkies bein' an hour later than normal was the perfect opportunity for me to give Peepers the ol' stink eye with good reason. PLUS, I managed to convince her to give me a larger brekkie than normal on account of those tummy rumbles. PLUS, did I mention how I got in an extra hour of sleep?
And you all know what THAT means...
It means I'll be extra well rested this evenin' and ready for Midnight zoomies at eleven, instead of twelve.
Or will that be at one?
That part always confuses me.
It'll be zoomie time when I'M ready to zoom, that's when. 'Cause although you peeps might have control of the clocks, I, SEVILLE THE CAT, have control over zoomin'.
MOUSES!
Remember to mask up, too.
