Still, I had not quite decided how I, Spitty the Kitty, could manipulate this "Saved" time to my best advantage. Until today, when it came to me in a flash from . . . well, I don't know. The Tardis? The Enterprise? No matter.
I claim my Daylight-Savings Hour on my schedule, please, and I will have it from 2 a.m. to 3 a.m. this week. I expect bright sun, warm puddles and soft breezes.