The first time my alarm goes off in the morning, Colin trots in and starts meowing, in the hope that maybe this morning--unlike every morning before it--I'll hop out of bed and feed him immediately. Usually he'll realize that no, today is not that day, and wander off until the alarm goes off again in 9 minutes. Repeat for a half hour. Sometimes he's more insistent than others; where some mornings he'll come in, look at me, and walk out fairly quickly. Those are the good mornings. Then there are the times that he jumps onto the bed, meows loudly, and sticks his face in mine. Those are not good mornings.
This morning was not a good morning. He was on the bed, meowing, tromping around. What the heck? I thought. The alarm hasn't even gone off. So I glance over to check the time, but the alarm clock is off. I'm still not entirely sure what happened; I guess in moving around last night, I knocked the plug out (the plug is kind of loose and is wedged between my bed and the wall).
I was thankful for two things: 1) I still had power; the a/c was on and I was comfy. 2) I freaked out a bit, grabbed my cell, and saw that it was only 6:15. So I am grateful to Colin for waking me up. But no, I didn't feed him then. I set my cell's alarm for 6:30 and went back to sleep until then.
Current song in my head:
"It's All For the Best" from Godspell