I have decided that I hate Daylight Saving Time because it wreaks havoc with my schedule for our cats. I have not been able to determine whether they are responding to the shifts in light or darkness, or to the later wake-up calls of the morning programs on NPR. Either way, they know that something is amiss, even though I have made sure that the 6:30 a.m. feeding campaign matches the corresponding 5:30 a.m. time slot of only a week ago. Disruption does not become the cat!
I remember after we first adopted Lucius that I asked Dr. O. whether cats could tell time. I was intrigued because Lucius would walk into the den of our house every Sunday at the exact stroke of 7:00 a.m., eager to join us in listening to a radio program of sacred choral music. I always intended to write to Richard Gladwell, the host of With Heart and Voice, and let him know that among his fans was a very devoted orange tabby cat who had not missed a beat, literally. I missed this opportunity when I learned that Mr. Gladwell died last year. But Lucius still arrives faithfully on time, relishing the repeat performances.
And although I do not travel much for business, Lucius seems to know the difference between a two-day overnight stay and a longer one. He can handle my being away for two days, but he has difficulty adjusting to my absence for a longer duration. How he measures time is a mystery to me. How he punishes me upon my return is painfully clear. I always have to save time for cleaning up the evidence of his anger.
Of course, a Cat Lady needs to operate on a 24/7 basis, and we all know that there is never a good time to be away from one’s beloved cats!
Query of the Day: How often do your cats give you the time of day?