I don't need mine anymore. The baby cats take their duty seriously and wake me every morning. At first, it was around sunrise. Now, they're trying to involve me in their nocturnal games.
Yesterday, I was awakened by Teufel at 4:12 A.M. I woke up to find him sitting on my cheek and leaning over vulture-style to stare at me.
Honestly, I could live without this dedication.
Ah, yes. I don't worry to much about the power going off because Elvis knows when it's time for him to be fed, and he's going to be fed, dammit. If I die in my sleep, that cat's going to wake me.
I've sometimes thought we could end the energy crisis if there was just a way to harness the power of kittens. Maybe some kind of piezo-crystal filled booties with tiny microwave transmitters that could convert the kittens' footsteps into power and beam it to a nearby receiver. But then how would you get them to wear the booties...?
Almost two-year-olds also make decent alarm clocks, although sometimes they can be unreliable.
19 year olds can sleep through the four horsemen of the apocalypse riding over their face, however - a mere kitten could not make a DENT in their sleep patterns.
I am glad, however, that Teufel is keeping you on your toes. Seems that he's aptly named.
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