No! No!! No!!! Annabelle yelled. I cannot stand this! Impeach him and make it stop.
Annabelle, I said quite rationally, President Trump is not the cause of Daylight Savings Time. I’ve told you that for the past two years.
I know he’s behind it! It’s a GOP plot out to get me. They’re trying to stop my rise to stardom. They’re making me wait an extra hour for breakfast, and I will not stand it.
Annabelle, you are being delusional . . .
Impeach him and make it stop.
Missy, it’s two days a year, and Daylight Savings has been going on for years.
I will never perform at the White House while he’s polluting it!
He’s not behind it. You never listen to me!
So today’s 6:30 is tomorrow’s 5:30 and we have to wait another long hour for breakfast while you sleep in?
I knew this tantrum was coming, and I also knew that I needed to prepare the cats for the time change. So, a week before, I tried to move breakfast from 6:15 to 6:30, then 6:45, etc. It was a complete failure. Every morning, around 5:00AM, they began their “feed me” routine. They jumped off and on the bed. Are you asleep? they would ask before running off to create havoc.
This morning, Stella climbed all over my bed, settling long enough to see if I were asleep before running off. Thatch sat in the window and talked loudly to whomever was outside. I was awakened to the sounds of DVDs being tossed off shelves, several crashes as thing fell off the windowsill, Thatch’s chattering, and the pounding of twelve little paws racing around the floor. I know Annabelle was in on this but she’s too sneaky to be caught.
Finishing her harangue, she stormed out of the room to seek refuge in her bathroom washtub. Thatch gave me a pathetic look.’
You never should have told her this is the weekend for turning the clocks back, he said.
Thatcher, she would have seen me doing it and thrown the same fit. You can’t reason with her once she gets an idea in her head.
Yes, it’s true.
I changed the kitchen clock, sat down and removed my wristwatch.
You change them awfully early, Thatch observed.
I like to spend the day before adapting to the new time. I changed the time and buckled the watch to my wrist.
I wish I could wear a wristwatch, he told me.
You’d look quite smart with one.
I’d feel very adult.
The time change hasn’t put your panties in a bunch?
I have no idea what that means.
You’re not bothered by it?
No. I’m more concerned with rescue animals and reforming the shelters than Daylight Savings Time.
Well, that’s very noble. You, Annabelle, and Stella have all been stuck in the New York Animal Care Centers at one time or another, so I can see why you want reforms.
I want to stop the killing, he said. Each of us could have died there.
Want to come to the bathroom with me?
We headed to the bathroom to change the bathroom clock. Annabelle looked up angrily from her washtub as I took the clock from the wall.
Did you sign that petition for CAPA? Thatch asked me.
I did, Thatch. And I’ve sent emails to our New York State representatives.
Thank you.
What are you talking about? Annabelle asked Thatch.
Reforming the New York Animal Care Centers.
The problem is Mayor de Blasio! Annabelle yelled. He’ll never be president! Never! He’s not getting my vote!
He’s no longer running for president, Thatch told her.
Cats can’t vote, I said calmly. And you are too young to vote.
Did Trump pull that, too? I was sure he didn’t like cats.
I rolled my eyes and put the clock back on the wall. As I turned to leave, Annabelle yelled, The problem with the shelters is Mayor De Blasio! He’ll never get my vote for president, Never!
As Annabelle yelled, I hate Daylight Savings Time!, I left the bathroom. Thatch followed me, and Stella jumped on my shoe and bit my ankle.
©2019, Larry Moore
Annabelle & Thatch 