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Caturday Pootie Diary: Too many hours [1]
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Date: 2022-11-05
I sat back down, a plastic-wrapped stick of string cheese in my hand. Freddie sat up on his chair, watching as I unwrapped it and separated a long strand of white cheese from the stick. His eyes followed it as I ate it.
“That looks good,” he observed.
I nodded, separating out another thin strand and offering it to him.
He sniffed it carefully and delicately took it from my fingers with his teeth. He dropped it on the chair seat and happily set about eating it.
I finished the rest of the cheese and turned back to my very important homework.
“What is that?” Freddie asked, awake now thanks to a belly full of cheese.
“It’s my ballot. The election is on Tuesday and I need to get this done so I can turn it in.”
“Then what happens?”
I gave an anxious shrug. “We’ll just have to see. Could be good. Could be bad. I’m hoping for good.”
“And you couldn’t do your ballot until now?”
I squirmed a little in my seat. “Well...no. I’ve had my ballot for a while.”
“But you aren't doing it until today?”
“I have time! I have a whole extra hour!”
“What does that mean?”
I sighed. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this.”
“Are there going to be more children?” he demanded.
“No, no,” I said, waving my hands. “It’s a little thing. Nothing really. Just a little time change.”
He frowned. “Is my breakfast going to be early or late?”
I paused, trying to decide how to break it to him.
“Late!” he accused.
“Only an hour!” I insisted. “I promise, it won’t be bad.”
“I don’t even know how long an hour is!”
“Stop yelling!” I yelled. “It’s not that long!”
He narrowed his eyes.
“When I leave to go to the store, that’s about an hour.”
“That’s forever!” he yelled.
“You’ll adjust,” I assured him and turned back to my ballot. “Oooh, school board!” I said, trying to change the subject. “I know who to vote for here!” The ridiculous CRT panic had hit my local school board hard, so the reactionaries had made themselves known.
“Don’t change the subject!” he insisted.
I sighed and turned back to him. “It’s just an hour. Sunrise will be a little earlier by the human clock, and you will sleep until then.”
“And you’ll get up with the sun and feed me?”
“No.”
“It’s only like a fifty-fifty chance you’ll actually eat what I feed you, so I don’t know why you are in such a panic.”
“I like having the option,” he sniffed.
“And the kibble is available all the time.”
“That’s really more of a snack,” he said.
“Think of it this way,” I said, filling in the bubble to vote for Jay Chen. “On Sunday, we’ll get to spend an extra hour together. I’ll be home all day.”
He eyed me, suspicious. “And I can sit on you?”
“Yes.”
“Or not sit on you when I want my space?”
“Of course.”
“And you’ll pet me — “
“—I love to pet you — “
“—but only when I want you to?”
“Only when you want, yes.”
“And you’ll get up early to feed me?”
“No, I’ll definitely sleep in.”
He glared at me, but I ignored him to finish voting. “Done!” I said, triumphant. I peeled the sticker from its backing and slapped it onto my shirt. “I just need to drop it off and I’ve done my civic duty!”
“But your cat duty is going to be an hour late,” he grumbled.
I chose to ignore it.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I have a lot of trouble getting up before sunrise, so the end of Daylight Savings always comes as a relief to me. Freddie doesn’t much care for it.
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