Second Sunday in March

 We ran around last night before we went to bed and set the clocks so we would lose an hour. Dogs and Cats do not go by clocks like people do, so dark thirty this morning Maggie wanted to go for her morning break and have her breakfast. For once Lilly was not up in my face trying to lick me awake. A cat's tongue is NOT soft so it is a sandpaper awakening. However, as Maggie ran around the yard, up in the top of one of the giant Walnut trees between the houses a real owl was signing his song for me. I may be an odd Kat but I love to hear them Hoot. It had rained during the night and there was fog in the valley and clouds in the sky. No clouds in the photo below because it was not taken today. 

This is Mr. Bandit, my son's cat. He and I got to be really good friends for the two weeks Puppy and his friend Ian were doing a big loop out west. Ah, to be so young and care free. Bandit is a large boy but very loving. I would pick him up and we would go cuddle on the couch as we discussed  where Puppy had seen the day before and where he spent the night. I do thing he understood what I was saying. Puppy also has a walk on cat that he has been feeding and the only time Bandit tried to nip me was when I was heading outside to feed Cinnamon. I do believe he is a jealous boy. 
Be sure to go to U Tube and search for Ian Cresswell's video of the trip and I will try to put up a link when he puts it out for the pubic.  
The KITTY JUSTICE IS BY THE TIME I GET USE TO THE CLOCKS BEING CHANGED, WE WILL HAVE TO CHANGE THEM BACK. 
WHY OH WHY CAN THEY NOT LEAVE THEM ONE WAY OR THE OTHER WAY. ANOTHER REASON TO HATE THE DEMOCRATIC PARTY AND THE GOVERNMENT IN GENERAL . AND PEOPLE CANNOT UNDERSTAND WHY TRUMP IS SO POPULAR, DUH