Time . . .

Now that I'm laid off, the days all seem the same. My son was going to a bonfire last night (Friday) and I told him to be home by 10pm. I thought it was Wednesday night! So today is Saturday and it's no different than Tuesday. This must be what it's like to be a cat. Do they know what day it is? I don't think so. But they do know what time it is. Have you cat lovers ever noticed that they know what time their dinner should be served? My Sam sits in the kitchen, or wherever I am at the moment, and meows until they all get fed. He starts meowing at 6pm and their usual dinner time is 6:30pm. Sam must be the offical kitty time-keeper.