In Praise of Daylight Savings Time

There is no snooze button on a cat who wants breakfast.

Author Unknown

Cat had me out of bed before 6 A.M. this morning and I wasn't too happy about it. Then I came out to the living room and saw a big yellow balloon and agreed that it's good to get up early. It is very bright before 6 A.M. because Egypt dispensed with Daylight Savings Time this year so that, come August, Muslims will be able to break their Ramadan fast an hour earlier. I guess I can understand their logic, albeit from the opposing viewpoint: I wouldn't mind getting out of bed if the clock said 7.

Cat, however, doesn't care what time the clock says, it's time for breakfast!

In other news, this adorable filly with thick furry ears appeared this afternoon on the walk home.

She's very pretty and she knows it too, judging from all the posing that was going on. She's going to be a heart-breaker when she grows up. I can already hear all the braying that will fill the air when she trots past the boys. ;-)

 Mom may have a thing or two to say as well. She is pretty protective of her filly.


9:15 P.M. Update: I have just caught up on my reading of a favourite blog, Spitalfields Life. I don't know the Gentle Author nor much about London but I look forward to her (his?) daily posts and I feel we are kindred spirits if only because each of us has been blessed to spend our days (and nights) with a black cat. Just a few days ago the Gentle Author wrote (far more eloquently) about waking up early at feline insistence in The Caprice of Mr Pussy. I could relate to the toppling of books from the bedside table and the acrobatic leaps and bounds across or upon my semi-comatose body. There is no doubt that Cat and Mr Pussy are kindred spirits, if not kin.