According to the cat,this is Past My Bedtime! She keeps reaching over and grabbing my hand or typing something in cat language.:rolleyes: So,goodnight,I must to bed,my Furry Overlord has spoken.
But it’s only 19:39!
I was owned by a cat once; I know what its like.
My cats don’t give a hoot about my bedtime. They do, however, care very much about their dinnertime. Dinnertime is that once a day event when they get canned food. Normally it comes when the Female Human Servant (me) gets home from work. On weekends, they start demanding their dinner around 2:00 p.m. And on the nights when I’m out late for exercise class or whatever, they are able to estimate the time when the FHS would have been home, and demand dinner from the Male Human Servant. The MHS doesn’t like giving them their dinner, since he has trouble bending over due to disability, but they bug him so much he gives in. Clever little bastards.
Our cat has designated the husband as primary staff, he gives better scritches. The best part is watching her pace back and forth in front of him at night when we’re watching tv, issuing plaintive meows every few passes, until he rearranges how he’s sitting into the preferred petting pose.
I’m internally debating the wisdom of calling him pussywhipped in my out loud voice. So far, my better angels have won out but I know one of these days I’m gonna slip.
Thank goodness the cats don’t have a time for getting up in the morning! However,Treat Time is 2:00 in the afternoon! On The Dot!! Daylight Saving Time is hard on everyone 
Our much-missed Harvey used to nag me to go to bed. But he was a most polite cat who would never wake us in the morning.
Tonka is the opposite. He doesn’t care when we go to bed. But he insists on howling at 0400, and periodically until we get up.
Creamsicle is a quiet cat. Her quirk is that she inconveniently and frequently wants to go outside.