As a native Philadelphian, I already have a soft spot for Benjamin Franklin.

But it's each year when we turn the clocks forward that I especially appreciate his genius in coming up with the original idea for Daylight Saving Time.

Most people like the idea of Daylight Saving Time, in which an hour of daylight is basically moved from morning to evening. And they love the extra hour in the fall when we go back to Standard time. But they dread the spring weekend when we move the clocks up an hour and Sunday is cut short an hour.

But those people must not have cats.

I have two cats who don't wake up to alarm clocks or street noise. They wake up when the tiniest ray of sunlight cracks the horizon. And then they wake me up, because I'm the Food Lady.

Of course for Crocus and Scooch, waking up so early isn't a big deal. They can take literal cat naps throughout the day (see photo below of Crocus in his favorite spot). Not me. I need to work all day to keep them in Fancy Feast.

My two furry pals have a number of strategies to wake me up, including a chorus of meows, pathetic-sounding yowls, claws-on-wood-floor pacing and a battery of paw taps to the face.

But when we spring forward, that extra darkness in the morning does me good. The sun comes up later (for a few weeks, at least) and my cats are confused into sleeping in. And for me, that's the cat's meow.