That cannot be my dang alarm.
I’m not sure where I’m at;
I just lay down, I swear I did,
I am one tired cat
Just give me four more hours,
Make that six. No – make it eight;
A little bit of napping, and
I’m sure that I’ll feel great
But ugh. The sun is coming up,
And I’m a stupid prat:
I need to go to work, but man –
I am
One tired
Cat
Humans Against Alarm Clocks. I could join something like HAAC. Or, yes, even CAAC.
I’d buy a membership.
It’s like a psychic wound, that first GET UP! noise of the still-dark *day.* Kitteh captures it perfectly, except for all the trauma.