Inspection of the Chime

Morning arrived... quite punctually. I made my way past the rumpled duvet, stepping out onto the wooden surface of the bedside table. There, standing tall in the daylight, was a mechanical twin-bell alarm clock. A fascinating mechanism. Deliberately... I extended my paw and touched the brass hammer resting between its bells. A sudden, sharp chime rang out into the quiet room. The metal hummed beneath my touch, sending a delicate vibration across the polished oak. A modest instrument, certainly... yet possessed of commanding authority. My first inspection of the day concluded with complete satisfaction.