Dear Diary,
Today began with the usual comforts: soft blankets, Ace’s fluffy snuggles, and the quiet hum of morning. I curled up in my favorite spot, basking in the warmth of our shared nap nest. But then… the betrayal.
Dad slept in. An hour longer. I waited patiently, giving him the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he was just pretending. Maybe he’d leap up and say, “Smokey! Breakfast time!” But no. I had to remind him. Loudly. Repeatedly.
Yesterday was even worse. Breakfast was late. Dinner was brighter—whatever that means. The humans are blaming something called “daylight savings.” I don’t know what that is, but I know it’s ruining everything. If breakfast is late, then the whole day is off. It’s science. Feline science.
I’m not mad. I’m just disappointed. We cats deserve better. We deserve consistency. We deserve punctual kibble.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is back on track.
With a rumbling tummy,
Smokey