Every night before I go to bed, I set my alarm clock on my phone for 5:30 AM.
Every night, I remind myself that I really don't need to set an alarm. After all, I've got the most foolproof alarm there is...one that is always on time, doesn't miss a day and is very, very persistent.
My cat, Waffle.
Every morning at 5:15 on the dot, Waffle starts peeping. Yes, peeping. She doesn't really meow (she's too polite for that), but she makes it known that she wants me to get up. Because she's hungry.
I'm not entirely sure when she first started conning me to get out of bed at such an ungodly hour to fill up her food dish, but I can tell you that she's hard to resist. She is juuust annoying enough for me to sigh heavily, throw back the covers and trundle to the kitchen, where I blearily scoop out Fancy Feast from its tiny can and into her bowl. The entire time I'm preparing her breakfast, she continues to peep, as if to say, "Can you hurry up, please?"
By the time Her Highness is served (along with my other cat, Goose, who is much less food-focused than her little sister), I'm already up, so I might as well get on with my day. And so it goes.
Today, however, due to Daylight Savings Time, my furry alarm didn't go off until 6:15 AM. While it felt like an hour earlier, a little spark of hope flamed in my chest. Tomorrow, would Waffle let me sleep in a little more? Had I actually found a benefit to the accursed decision to "spring forward?"