At five thirty every afternoon, the cats (known as Da Boyz around here) always begin to proclaim that they're famished, starved, withering into skeletal felines. They get fed around seven thirty, so this gives them plenty of time for histrionics, abject pleading and fainting spells. It's amazing. They'll be snoozing all afternoon but when the clock ticks over from five twenty nine to five thirty, boom, they're on me like fleas on a dog's back.
What amazed me more? Today the cats started staggering around acting like they hadn't been fed in weeks at, yes, five thirty. Even with the time change. How? How did they know? Have they learned to read clocks?
Posted by Tamar at April 4, 2004 09:17 PMClearly, they're a superior species!
Muffin gets fed 2/10 of a cup o' Iams three times a day (morning, afternoon, night). Mornings are pretty consistent @ 6am, when I get up. Night is always 9pm unless we're out. Afternoons range from 3pm (weekends if we're home) to 5pm (after work/grad school). But she KNOWS when it's time! She'll be all curled up snug in her cushy bed in front of the fire, the clock will strike nine, and the next thing you know, she'll be peering at us around the doorway with those big, pleading eyes.
And talk about histrionics - her favorite trick is to "faint" from hunger at our feet and roll around on the floor.
The time change didn't affect her at all, either. She was right on time this morning for her breakfast. Actually, sometimes she'll start making noise at 5:30am or so, and we'll sleepily comment to each other, "Kitty's going off early today." Ya think it's something in their DNA??? :)