A blog about the English life of an American kitty who lives with one human woman and one indentured servant man and sometimes two young boys.
Monday, October 26, 2009
I have a question: if the clocks fall back an hour, does that REALLY mean that breakfast is moved up an hour? Like... srsly. My tummy tells me that it's 6:00 and it's time for stinky goodness even if the clock says it's 5:00. This seems all wrong to me.
Also, there are no more sun spots in the afternoon.
That is all. I need to go treadle on the lap lady for a few minutes to relieve my stress.