Daylight Strikes

What a gray weekend. This morning we had a cereal party. Everyone got together for cartoons and their favorite cereal. I brought Grapenuts as a joke and then another person (we won't mention names) also brought a box of the same. It was funny because it turned out to be the only repeat cereal that showed up twice. Who eats a full bowl of Grapenuts?! Seriously, it's more of a prescription than a breakfast. I like it sprinkled in yogurt but otherwise....yuk. I ate a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and rasberries. It was quite excellent. We all layed around on the couch and futon watching cartoons. I enjoyed The Simpson's the most.

Happy Day Light Savings everyone!
There's one good thing about it...
Now the cat is starting to wake me up at 6:00 AM instead of 5:oo like yesterday. I need to do something about him. This is our morning ritual. He jumps up on the dresser and knocks things off one by one, making the most noise he can and annoying me to the max. I sit up in bed and then he immediately jumps down and onto the bed. He crawls under the covers where he proceeds to attack my hands for awhile, then he calms down for 10 minutes and I fall back asleep. Next, he's back on the dresser. I jump out of bed and scamper through the cold kitchen to put some food in his dish, even though it is half full. He has a small snack, I fall back asleep. Fifteen minutes later, you know the drill, he's back up on the dresser about to push the alarm clock onto the floor. I jump out of bed ready for revenge. In the kitchen drawer I find the dreaded hairball treatment goop and plant a glob on the corner of his mouth. I figure he'll be licking his way to a nap. I head back to bed satisfied, because it had worked the day before. But no. Not today. So, I hear him use the litter box in our bathroom and then hop back on the dresser. At this point, I was swearing outloud. I push him out the door and close it behind him. You are all wondering why I didn't do this sooner...it's because I dread the thought of him needing the litter box and being locked out of the room where it is. Anyway, he made a racket trying to push the door open by throwing his body against it and didn't succeed. I finally got to finish my beauty rest. I just wish I could figure out what the heck I can do for him at that time of day! He is a persistant little #$*&@. Despite all of this, we still love him and it will happen again tomorrow, if we could just teach him the concept of weekends. Better on a Monday for sure.