My cat, Pixel, is an extremely vocal cat. When she wants something, she meows. Loudly. And at fifteen years old, she wants it *now*! Up until yesterday, she wanted fed at 6:30 in the morning. She would sit in the living room and meow a couple of times. If I didn't respond, she would move back the hallway toward our bedroom, meow again. If I still ignored her, she would come to the bedroom and make sure the entire neighborhood could hear her.
Now I know I could ignore her - Hah! You've never heard her - she is NOT quiet - but my husband is a second shift worker who sleeps late in the mornings. So unless I want him to be awakened at 6:30 (I don't), I have to get up and take care of Pixel.
But not today. Today, she let me sleep until 7:30. I love time changes.
Of course, the flip side is, I'll hate it next fall.
And for those of you who noted her name - yes, Pixel is named after the cat in Robert Heinlein's books, esp. "The Cat Who Walks Through Walls". I started reading Heinlein when I was young and, thanks to him, fell in love with science fiction and fantasy stories. If you haven't ever read his books, try "Stranger in a Strange Land" - it's considered his best.
Birthdays: Jack Kerouac, Edward Albee, Gabriele D’Annunzio
Tips and Teasers: There is a ghost haunting you. Why? What have you done that brings this spirit to you? Is it a vengeful spirit? Or protective? Or impish?
Thought for the day: "Writing at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness, but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer, he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day." - Ernest Hemingway