I have the most handsome, sleek, shiny, silver alarm clock. While it is fabulously attractive and I lurve it, it IS an alarm clock -- so inherently, it has cons. Even though it's special. I mean, does YOUR alarm clock gently yet insistently nudge you awake every morning between 6:30-7 with a wet nose and crazy whiskers in all your facial orifaces? Does it? Does it purr ever-so-loudly and happily in your ear, as its juicy nose rests on your eardrum? I think NOT.
But I have to give it credit where credit is due; it does NOT let me oversleep. No way. At the risk of personal harm, my alarm clock does. not. give. up. Evah.
Meet my alarm clock:
He is always serene and modest once the task has been accomplished. Well, after the canned catfood is all gone. And he has bathed. Right about the time I'm leaving for work, and he's tripping me on my way out the door....
See? Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you had one?? Except... on the weekends......... it pretty much sucks.