Sunday we had to “spring forward” and change the clocks, but don’t ask me if that makes it standard time now or daylight savings time. The interesting thing is that even though there was an overnight shift between what the sun says and what the clock says, the cats have not missed a beat.
Either cats can read the clock, cats are really good at telling time based on their people’s schedule/activities*, or cats just always want to be fed whenever they see that you are remotely concious. This desire is, of course, expressed with meow, purring, yowling and the occassional face-nibbling should you dare to be in bed still. During the day, you can easily find the cats by looking for big, fluffy lumps on either bed or futon. When dinner rolls around, you can find them all lined up at the top of stairs (where the dogs can’t reach them), meowing in chorus if you look at them. If you ignore them for long enough, they’ll brave the kitchen (Place Where There Be Doggies) in order to find you and scream at you.
Which brings us to dogs. My dogs know it’s time for breakfast when you grab their food bowls and put food in them, which prompts them to run to their crates and wait for you to put the bowls down. My dogs know it’s time for dinner when you grab their food bowls and put food in them, which prompts them to run to their crates and wait for you to put the bowls down. But… if I think hubby fed the dogs and he thinks I fed the dogs, it’ll be hours before Tank starts trying to break into the food container and crying ever so quietly for dinner.
Feed Me
I'm certain it must be dinner time somewhere.
*For the sake of this conversation, let’s pretend I keep a schedule.
