The shorter days tell me fall has arrived in Houston even though most days I’m still running the AC 24/7. Therefore, I’m finding it a bit hard to get out of bed these mornings. Fortunately, I’ve got a fail-proof alarm. He weighs about fifteen pounds and, goddammit, wants his food before sunrise. Being a self-confessed cat person, I’ve had any number of alarm cats over the years, but none could hold a candle to Sauks. He has perfected the art of pawing me in the face with just the right amount of claw. Slapping him, punching him, hiding under the covers. Nothing works.