I call my cat “The Alarm Clock” because with her, I don’t need one.
And she don’t recognize Daylight Savings Time.
That’s just like ours. Our two cats apparently have decided upon a division of labor: one of them is the getter-arounder of treats and food. If my husband sleeps past 7 AM, that cat is in the bed poking at him.
At 4 PM sharp, he comes to sit in front of me and stare.
The other cat is apparently in charge of watching the cat fountain and letting us know if it stops pumping.