Early Cats

Yesterday, before He and She went to bed, They turned the clocks back, the way They were supposed to. Some of their things are on automatic time, like the computers and the TV and His alarm clock. They changed the rest, and I thought that is all there was to it. Little did I know - or remember - that when I went to wake Her up at the regular time, I was an hour early. She told me to come back later, but I was ready to go, and I needed Her to get busy with that butter. When He woke up, He found out His alam-clock-radio had not changed. He had to make one of His daily calls to get things straightened out. It turns out that it had somehow been set to the wrong date, so its little electrons didn't know it was the day to change it. He was the first guy to get a computer, many years ago, and He had a job where He drew pictures using a computer, and then He tried to do a project where He made stories on the computer, but She has to laugh at Him and how He gets all fussy when He has a problem with the machines. But She only knows how to use the stuff She uses every day. She doesn't have a radio to wake Her up, She has an adorable cat (ahem). They don't have one of those magic phones, either. The kind that does all kinds of work, and takes pictures. She thinks She is as up-to-date as She needs to be, and He is already baffled enough. So all the clocks are right, and She will have to wake up earlier, so I guess things are OK for today. Bye, now.