I know he’s cat-shaped, but seriously. He’s a clock. He alarm-clocks us just after dawn. Daylight savings doesn’t phase him at all.
He swings like a pendulum between John and me at lunchtime– biting John or sitting next to me to remind us to feed him his lunch (yes, my cat eats three times a day. Shut up.)
And now, it’s 10 PM and Alladin thinks I’ve been up too late on the computer. Why aren’t I in bed? He’s staying up with me, but he’s now sitting next to me on the floor, periodically reaching up to say “c’mon, Mom. Dad’s in bed– isn’t it time?”
Anyway, I’m off to bed, obedient servant of my cat that I am.
We have a dog like that. We can’t sleep in past 9 on Saturdays- she comes in for her snuggles and is ready to get up and play after. 🙂