*blink blink*
What is that noise? My head swims with the incessant blaring of the alarm clock. Instinctively I reach over and slap the button on top that lets me go back to my happy place.. I was having such a warm and wonderful dream. I slip back down into the warm, friendly arms of the morning snooze…
MEOW! MEOW!
What is that? What? Who? Whatheheck…
Oh - it’s Sunshine the cat. So named because she rises with the sun and heard the alarm go off. It is now officially time to feed her breakfast and she is not having any more of this snooze alarm crap. When I don’t rocket out of bed she digs in her front feet and extends her claws, just a little - to show that she IS the boss in this relationship, and to remind me that I promised to get up on time and feed her every day.
I crawl out of bed, shuffle to the food dish and throw some food at it. Most of it lands in the bowl. I try to get back in bed. “Honey, weren’t you supposed to get up early?” pipes up my fella. He also is sunshiney in the morning. He doesn’t understand that I want, no I REQUIRE twelve hours of sleep.
I grumble, I pout, and then I get dressed. As I do I review the picture I had last night as I drifted off to sleep - I would pop out of bread do a half hour of cardio, eat that sensible breakfast and as I swallowed my vitamins I would enjoy the sunrise.
Fat. Freakin. Chance.
Well, maybe tomorrow I’ll do better 
