On a weekday Homer gets breakfast around 7:15. That's just fine with him. Often he's still busy on the night shift, i.e. sleeping on the couch.
Weekends are tough though. Around 8 or 9 his internal alarm goes off and sad meows echo throughout the house. He often comes looking for me.
However, the weekend still has a few advantages. The Levi's lap, for one.
I really could have enjoyed the comfort of a lap myself but for me that would be lying on the couch and it was usually occupied.
Could I at least cuddle with my favorite blanket? Guess not.