KATIE: So if we have to set our clocks forward this weekend, does that mean breakfast will be earlier or later? This daylight savings stuff is really going to mess with my mealtime.
WAFFLES: We have a daylight savings account? You mean like at the bank? With an ATM card and everything?
KATIE: Waffles, there's no savings account. No ATM card. Daylight savings means we're going to LOSE an hour this weekend.
WAFFLES: Uh oh. Did we bounce a check? Is that why we're losing an hour? Are we in trouble with the daylight savings bank?
KATIE: Waffles, there is no bank.
WAFFLES: No bank??? Did someone rob it? What about all our daylight savings?
KATIE: Waffles, now listen to me. Forget the banks. There's no such thing as a daylight savings bank–
WAFFLES: But where does everybody keep all their daylight savings? What, are we supposed to keep it under our cat bed???
KATIE: Waffles, daylight savings is when we turn the clocks forward by one hour every spring.
WAFFLES: Boss, it's not spring. There's still snow and stuff. This sounds fishy.
KATIE: Whatever, Waffles. Every year on the second Sunday in March we turn our clocks forward by one hour. That's what we have to do this Saturday night.
WAFFLES: But if we change all our clocks, how will we know what time it is? How will we know when it's time for dinner???
This Saturday night we'll be setting our clocks one hour ahead. We just hope Glogirly remembers to get up and make breakfast. Just because our clocks are messed up, that doesn't mean our breakfast should be messed up too.
Clearly whoever invented this daylight savings stuff was NOT a cat.