Before I started locking my cats out of the bedroom one of them would wake me up at 7:00 a.m. every morning. If I ignored her, she’d find one of my hands and start petting herself with it. I was really impressed when the time changed and she adjusted!
Mine doesn’t have a bed time for me, but she does have a snuggle time. If I’m still on the computer rather than the sofa at 7:30 p.m. she’s all over me until I get onto the couch and let her assume her rightful place lying on my chest and stomach with her head facing me for long term scritchins’
The young one doesn’t care but the older cat does not like it if I sleep in on the weekends. As soon as it starts to get light outside she is on the dresser staring and meowing at me. Usually I have to get up and put her out in the hallway and then close the bedroom door if I want to continue sleeping.
Nope. My Indie kitty is so independent that more than half the time I don’t know where she is when we go to bed.
My parents had a cat who was a traditionalist. All men were supposed to get up at 6:00, take a shower and leave the house. Women and kids could sleep in and lounge about all day but men had to go to work. She would howl, then move into biting and clawing until you got your lazy ass out of bed. She understood weekends and gave you the day off, but not holidays.
We figured she was hearing a distant factory whistle or train horn or something about the time my dad got up and went to work and associated the two as crucial. But then my parents moved and she kept doing it in the new place.
Not a bed time. When I hit the sack the cats come to bed with me, but usually only until I fall asleep. Then they get up and go hang with my wife, who usually works at night and comes to bed a few hours after I do.
Wake-up time is another story. It seems that 4:30am makes them active, no matter when we went to bed.
Muffin set an 11:30pm bedtime for me and would attempt to achieve compliance by jumping up onto a shelf she’s not permitted on and deliberately pushing things off it so I’d have to stand up. Once I was on my feet she’d run to the doorway and command me to follow. She’s done this since she was just out of kittenhood.
Muffin is staying with my Mum at the moment and has discovered that Mum can be commanded to take a nap any time of the day. This pleases her greatly.
My Eskie (may he rest in peace) knew when it was 9:00 and thus time for his last trip out before bedtime.
Daylight Savings Time and the annual 24 marathon really confused the hell out of him.
My cat is absolutely insane about my routine and does not tolerate any deviations. He usually insists I get up at 7:00, which is half an hour before my alarm. His method of waking me is walking back and forth across my chest and meowing, interspersed with laying on my chest and kneading my face with his claws. He doesn’t want food-- he’s free fed. He just wants me out of bed.
We wash our faces together in the sink (really, he likes to stick his whole head under the running water), and then I have 15 minutes for breakfast or I will certainly hear his displeasure. Then we brush our teeth (he just sticks his head under the tap again) and he goes back to bed and I go to work.
At night, I must get up to brush my teeth by 10, or I get the meowing, walking across, and kneading treatment again. Then he stands on the edge of the tub and meows until I turn on the water. After shower, it’s time to hop right into bed, where we cuddle for exactly 15 minutes. Then he’s had enough cuddling and goes to the foot of the bed to sleep.
I’m surprised to hear other people’s cats are so laid back. I think I got an OCD one.
Around midnight, our cat starts getting antsy - pacing around, meowing at us, that sort of thing, and you can tell she’s really happy when we go to bed.
In the morning, though, at exactly 430am, she will get up and smack either one of us across the face. With her claws. Until we get up and open the door for her, upon which she will exits the bedroom and does her cattish things.
If we shut her out of the room, she’ll yowl at our door at 7am on the dot.
Other than that, she’s rather laid back about sleeping.
Sounds like you need a cat flap. 
You have to admit, it’s kinda funny. She’ll sit in front of your face, all prim and proper, and then… SMACK
Lynn, I read your post and thought, “Well, even meezers probably get bored after a while…” Then I realized how long its been since I stayed up past 11:30.
My cats aren’t that picky about bed time, although they’ll get a little antsy about it after midnight or so. While I was unemployed though, they got used to morning snuggle time, and now that I’ve gone back to work, they’re downright pissy about it’s absence. It’s been three months now, and they haven’t really adjusted yet. Two of them follow me around all yowling the whole time I’m getting ready for work, and the third just lays on the couch giving me forlorn face. They expect me to make that time up on the weekends, and aren’t shy about insisting.
Our cat has a special meow in the morning for ‘Get up you lazy peons.’ It’s a short, high pitched single meow which she repeats every 10 seconds or so until we get up.
Evenings, she’ll last until about 10.30pm and then she’ll go sit on the stairs and stare at us. Her ‘ruff’ around her neck will raise up. I think she’s trying to channel her inner-lion or something.
Our current set isn’t so bossy (although if we stay up too late our youngest one will put herself to bed), but when I was a teenager I had a cat that demanded I be in bed by 9 or 10 o’clock. It was like having the earliest curfew in my class. Once I was in bed, she would lay with me until she was convinced I was asleep (which I sometimes faked) then she would quietly get up and resume her prowling-around-the-house duties.
My sister once remarked that she was her dog’s mommy, and that our mother was her cat’s mommy, but that I certainly wasn’t my cat’s mommy. It was quite possibly the other way around.
Tikva starts yelling for me to come upstairs fiarly early in the evening, sometimes while I’m eating dinner. I usually can’t hear her when I’m at my computer in the basement. However, if I try to stay up late playing games (or posting on the Dope), a grumpy family member will come downstairs and ask me to please go to bed, because Tikva is howling for me at the top of her lungs and they can’t sleep.
It’s a sad comment on my home life that the dog gets up and runs upstairs to the bedroom when I turn off the TV.
Add one more to the crowd of cat-owners who are bullied off to bed by our feline friends. I will get my heels swatted and my ankles nipped if I go into the bedroom and then leave it to turn off a forgotten light or something.
Mine cries, sits on her haunches, and swats at my butt from the side of my desk chair. Its almost like she’s saying she’s cold and wants a nice warm pair of ankles to sleep between.