Daylight Savings Drama

 I woke up, stretched my glorious limbs, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

The sun was in the wrong place. The birds outside were not chirping their usual “Good morning, Your Majesty Gryzka” song. Most importantly…

MY BREAKFAST HAD NOT ARRIVED.

I blinked. Perhaps Ania had merely suffered temporary brain malfunction. It happens. Humans are fragile creatures.

I strutted into her room, leaped onto the bed, and executed The Wake-Up Pounce directly onto her stomach.

She groaned. “Gryzka… what are you doing?”

I meowed. Loudly. And then again. And then louder.

Ania groaned again, grabbed her phone, and muttered, “Gryzka, it’s not breakfast time yet.”

EXCUSE ME??

Not breakfast time??

“LIES!” I shrieked, marching in circles. “It is always breakfast time when I say it is breakfast time!”

Ania, the offender, yawned. “We moved the clocks forward, remember? Daylight savings time.”

I stopped mid-circle. Squinted at her. Moved the clocks?

Oh, so now she thinks she can just move time itself.

Interesting.

Phase One: Immediate Protest

I dramatically threw myself onto her pillow and wailed. “Aniaaa, I am wasting away! I am but a husk of my former self!”

She rolled over. “You had dinner.”

“DID I?” I cried. “Or was it an hour earlier than I thought?!”

Ania just groaned again. I needed a stronger protest.

Phase Two: Disrupting the Household

I stomped to the living room, knocking exactly one object off the table for emphasis. A pen. It made a very small noise.

Unsatisfying.

I knocked down another object.

A coaster. Slightly better.

Then I spotted it—a glass of water.

I looked at it. Looked at Ania. Looked at it again.

“Gryzka, don’t,” she warned.

I did.

Phase Three: The Hunger Strike (Lasting Approximately 45 Seconds)

After the water-glass fiasco, I collapsed onto the floor, heaving dramatic sighs.

“Ania… I feel… weak…”

She sighed and finally got up. “Alright, alright, I’ll feed you.”

Victory.

Or so I thought.

She walked to the kitchen and—horror of horrors—she did not open the wet food can.

She poured… kibbles.

Dry. Lifeless. Kibbles.

I gasped in outrage. “ARE YOU PUNISHING ME FOR POINTING OUT YOUR TIME CRIMES?!”

Ania just laughed. “You’ll survive.”

Survive? Survive?!

This is how civilizations collapse.

I flopped onto the floor in one final act of protest.

Ania rolled her eyes and poured coffee. “You’ll be fine, Gryzka.”

I narrowed my eyes.

Fine?

Oh no, dear Ania.

This is not over.

Tomorrow, I’m waking you up an hour early.

The Great Balcony Inspection

 Spring was coming. I could smell it. The air had a new scent—fresh, earthy, full of adventure. Birds were singing their annoyingly happy songs. The sun shone longer. This could only mean one thing…

It was time for The Great Balcony Inspection.

I marched to the balcony door, tail high, and meowed. My human, slow as always, finally got the message and opened it. I stepped out, ears perked, sniffing the breeze. My kingdom awaited!

First, the railing. I jumped up and sniffed. Hmm. Slightly dusty. My paw pads left perfect little prints. Noted: balcony maintenance had been neglected this winter.

Next, the plant pots. I shoved my nose into one. Empty. Another? Dead leaves. I dug at the dirt—no cat grass yet. Unacceptable. My human must be reminded of her duties.

Spurka strolled out, blinking at the sunlight. "Why are you sniffing everything like a detective?"

"This is my kingdom, and I must ensure it’s in top shape for spring," I declared.

Spurka flicked her tail. "You’re just being nosy."

I ignored her. Serious cat work was happening.

Then, I heard it. A rustle. A movement from above. My fur fluffed up. Enemy? Intruder? I crouched low, eyes sharp, tail twitching. Spurka followed my gaze—

And there, on the neighbor’s balcony, sat… A pigeon.

It stared at me. I stared at it. A silent challenge.

I chirped. It cooed. I wiggled, preparing to launch into battle—

And then—

"GRYZKA, NO!" my human yelled, grabbing me mid-pounce.

Betrayal! Injustice! I flailed dramatically as she carried me inside. "Unhand me, woman! The kingdom is at risk!"

The balcony door shut. I pressed my nose against it, watching as the pigeon flapped away, victorious.

Spurka stretched lazily. "So… great inspection?"

I sighed. "It was going so well."

But tomorrow, I would return. The Great Balcony Inspection was far from over.

Mission: Possible – Gryzka vs. The Closet

The opportunity presented itself at precisely 10:42 AM. The human, in a moment of weakness, left the wardrobe door slightly ajar. A rookie mistake. My mission was clear: infiltrate the forbidden zone, assess its treasures, and claim it as my own.

Step one: Silent entry. I squeezed through the gap, my tail brushing against the fabric fortress of coats. The scent of past adventures (and questionable human fashion choices) filled the air.

Step two: Reconnaissance. Shoes, scarves, and—what’s this? A pile of freshly washed clothes? I dove in. Soft. Warm. Obviously meant for me.

Step three: Establish dominance. I kneaded the territory, ensuring all fabric absorbed my essence. The human would never again wear these clothes without thinking of me.

Then, disaster struck. The door creaked. Footsteps approached. The human. I had mere seconds before—

“GRYZKA!”

I activated Emergency Defense Protocol: go completely limp. If I didn’t move, perhaps she would believe I was part of the wardrobe.

“Why are you in there?” she demanded, as if she didn't already know.

I blinked innocently.

She sighed. "Out."

I sighed back. A tragic defeat. But as I strutted out with fur still clinging to her black sweater, I knew one thing: I had won the war.

The Cat's Out of the Bag

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Kitka’s Wisdom Hour

The sunbeam stretched across the floor, warm and inviting. I, Gryzka, supreme ruler of the household, settled in for an afternoon nap. But just as I closed my eyes—

"Ahem."

I cracked one eye open. There she was. Kitka, the eldest, the wise one, the keeper of secrets… and the most annoying storyteller in the house.

"It is time, young one," Kitka said, curling her fluffy tail around her paws. "Spring is approaching. You must learn the ways of the seasons."

I sighed. "Kitka, I was about to nap."

She ignored me, as usual. "Long ago, before you were born—"

"That was only a few years ago," I muttered.

"—the seasons changed in cycles, bringing new challenges to our kind." Kitka’s voice was deep and dramatic, like an old oracle cat. "Winter was a time of blankets and radiator naps. Food portions seemed smaller, but our fur grew thicker."

I flicked my tail. "You literally get fed the same amount all year."

She glared. "Then came spring! The time of Great Shedding. Fur would fly. Humans would complain. And the strange, roaring beast called Vacuum would awaken."

I shuddered. The Vacuum. Truly, a season of terror.

"New birds will come," Kitka continued. "The windows will remain shut, taunting us. And most importantly—" she leaned in, her eyes serious— "our human will attempt to brush us."

I gasped. "No!"

"Yes," Kitka nodded. "It is an ancient battle. You must be ready."

I stood, paws firm. "I will fight the brush!"

Kitka smirked. "Good. But first, you must train."

She casually licked her paw. I waited. "So… how do I train?"

Kitka yawned. "By watching me nap." And with that, she curled up and fell asleep.

I glared. That sneaky, wise old fluffball.

Fine. I flopped down beside her. If napping was part of my training, then I would become a master.

Spring would come. The battles would begin.

But for now… it was still nap time.