I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: Roly Poly was quite the character. I often said God put him on Earth to make us laugh. But that wasn’t the only reason. God also sent Roly to be our alarm clock.
“All cats are alarm clocks!”, you say? I beg to differ. Simba was a knocker; Guerita was a fumer. Simba knocked on our door to wake us up, while Guerita stood by the food dish, fuming, giving us The Look until we fed her.
Roly was a bit more creative. He would climb out from the balcony onto the red tile overhang that gave shade to my mother-in-law’s house below ours, and he would climb into our window. That is to say, he would climb between the screen in our window and the wrought iron bars. Barely enough space for him to do so, but he would do it, and with his face smashed against the screen he sounded the alarm, “Meow? Meow? Meow?” in his squeaky, high-pitched voice. As we woke up, he would run back inside and wait at the door. If we didn’t get up within a few minutes, he would repeat the process. That was the “Snooze Button” tactic.
At some point, I noticed that Roly only did that on work days, but never on our day off. He let us sleep in. On another occasion, I noticed that Vidal and I needed to get up at a different time. Sure enough, Roly was at our window, right before the mechanical alarm went off.
I decided to test my theory. One night, we were talking about getting up 2 hours earlier the next day. As we were about to go to sleep and Roly was still in bed with us (I usually let him out around 3:00am every night), I picked up Roly and said to Vidal, “What time should I set the alarm?”. 5:00am, he replied (Vidal, not Roly). I turned Roly to face me and said, “You heard that, Roly. Wake us up at 5:00am!”.
At 5:00am sharp, there was a meow at the window. Yes, God had indeed sent us the most adorable alarm clock, and he named it Roly Poly. And He saw that it was good!
At daybreak, LORD, You hear my voice; at daybreak I plead my case to You and watch expectantly. Psalm 5:3