Keep Paws Off the Hands of Time

I hate DST. I can't seem to keep my eyes open The cats were out of sorts this morning. "Food, Mommy. Food," they meowed. I pointed to the clock. "Daylight Saving Time is over," I said. "Mommy gets to sleep another hour." They meowed even louder. If your cats are like mine, they hate Daylight Saving Time (DST). And I agree. It's discombobulating to both man and beast. Every year we have to totally change our sleeping, eating, and napping schedules, [plus every imaginable electronic gizmo that, like me, doesn't reprogram itself], only to have to change them all back again six months later. No wonder their whiskers (and mine) are out of whack. The puddies and I aren't the only complainers. Back in 1918, farmers weren't too thrilled with the idea either. They said it screwed up their work schedules and confused the inner clocks of their sheep, cows, roosters, and pigs, who felt they got up early enough as it was. So folks went back to standard time, until World War II exploded, when we switched back to DST to save on fuel. After the war was over, though, some states switched back to Standard. (Are you still with me? The cats left the room.) Now, the theory is that DST is for the children. But, surely, kids who play Mortal Combat can't be that afraid of the dark. And, as for keeping them safe, maybe designers could come up with some blink fashions that catch on-awesome glow-in-the-dark school clothes and cool miner-like halogen helmets, for instance. Point is, the constant yo-yoing is making the cats and I disoriented. So, personally, I'd love officials to leave the time one way or the other. Still, I guess I could always move. Arizona, Hawaii, Puerto Rico, the US.Virgin Islands, and the American Samoans don't have DST at all. Anyone know a good realtor? Does DST affect your cats? Share your opinion?