Another Cat Tale

It's 6:30 a.m. The cat is running laps between the bed and the windowsill, using my nightstand as his vault and talking up a storm. I look at my alarm clock and say, "Wendell, leave me alone. I can sleep for another hour and a half."

And he walked from the windowsill, back to the nightstand, and knocked the alarm clock to the floor. When it struck, the button that sets the alarm was switched off.

Comic timing? My cat has it.
Device for measuring and reporting time? My cat breaks it.