I have a cat named Magdalena. She’s a smart one in that she understands that my alarm clock is what wakes me up. Every morning, about an hour and a half before I intend to get up, she finds her way to my alarm clock and begins massaging it and/or chewing on the power cord with the hope that she will somehow trigger my alarm. She does this because she wants breakfast. I’m pretty sure that one of these days she’s going to figure out how to set my alarm. If she ends up successful I think she’s earned an early breakfast, don’t you?

Speaking of breakfast, I’d like to remind you that we serve it every weekday from 8:30 am until 11 am. Take it from Magdalena, breakfast served by me is worth waking me up for.

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