Every year the humans start talking about this mysterious thing called “Spring Forward.”

They sigh.
They complain.
They stare at their coffee like it personally betrayed them.

Apparently, it means the clocks jump ahead an hour.

Now, let me explain something important.

I do not own a clock.

I own a stomach.

And my stomach has a very serious internal alarm system. It goes off precisely at Breakfast O’Clock and Dinner O’Clock. Not a minute sooner. Not a minute later. I have trained the humans well.

But here’s the problem.

Just when my internal clock finally adjusts to eating an hour later (which, frankly, felt like a personal injustice), suddenly the humans shout:

“Spring Forward!”

And BOOM. The clocks change again.

You’d think this would upset me.

It does not.

Because here’s the little secret…

I kind of like it.

You see, when the humans “lose” an hour, somehow I magically gain one. Dinner comes sooner. The sun stays up longer. There’s more time for evening zoomies in the yard. More time to supervise the big dogs. More time to remind everyone that, yes, I am in charge.

The humans stumble around saying, “I’m so tired.”

Meanwhile, I am thriving.

Longer daylight means:

• Extra squirrel surveillance

• Extended cuddle shifts

• Bonus treat negotiations

• Later walks (which means more neighbors to charm)

The humans think they control time.

But we all know the truth.

Time is measured in:

• Meals served

• Belly rub minutes

• Naps taken in sunbeams

• How long it takes to convince someone to share their snack

So go ahead, humans.
Spring Forward.

Change your clocks.
Drink your coffee.
Complain dramatically.

I’ll be over here, adjusting instantly, living my best longer-day life, and reminding you that dinner still happens at exactly the right time.

And if you’re confused?

Just watch me.

When I sit by the food bowl,
that’s the correct time. 🐾