Cats love routine. If you’ve ever been 3.5 minutes late serving up a kitty meal, you know exactly what I mean. They have this internal clock that keeps perfect time, and they’ll make sure we never have to set alarms for waking up, or any other significant events of the day … like evening routines.
My three cats have definite post-dinner routines, and they become easily irritated if we humans don’t synch our watches to their timetables.
Here’s what happens in my house, cat by cat.
After Saffy wolfs her own food and goes after everyone else’s, she stretches out on the floor or on top of her giant scratcher and lets the meal/s digest. That is, unless she purges everything because she’s eaten so quickly.
She ends most every night with a snuggle from my husband, and after a couple of hours of lounging, restlessness strikes and she wants Daddy time. She knows snuggles usually happen between 9 p.m. and 9:30 p.m., so she begins pacing around that time. She typically stares at me while she’s pacing because I’m blocking the space she wants to occupy. If I don’t notice her right away, she continues with the pacing and staring. I go to bed earlier than my husband, and Saffy all but jumps for joy when she sees me depart the sofa and head for the bedroom. I’m sure she’s thinking, Finally, SHE is out of the picture.
Phoebe is all about my son, especially when he’s ready to retire for the night. She impatiently waits outside the bathroom door while he brushes his teeth and gets ready for bed, and then she meows at maximum volume when he emerges. Seriously — you’d think she hadn’t seen him just five minutes earlier. He laughs at her plaintive mews and invites her into his bedroom — although she doesn’t wait for the invitation, instead dashing in front of him as soon as he opens the door.
One might assume she’d pounce directly onto his bed, in preparation for a mega cuddle, but no. She does insist on spending the night in his room, but rather than staying on the bed she locates a pile of clothing (dirty or clean) and curls up for sleepy time. It’s absolutely adorable.
My boy Cosmo has a very definite evening routine, and every bit of it includes me. As soon as he sees me settled on the sofa, he moseys over and rubs his face against every inch of the sofa cushions. He continues with the face rubbing, even after I’ve asked him to join me at least a dozen times. Sometimes I even have to reach down and pick him up — he forgets how to jump, you see. Haha.
He happily purrs in my lap until I make my way to the bedroom, where he proceeds to rub his face against every inch of my book. Do you see a pattern here? Eventually he moves to the end of the bed and, throughout the night, slowly makes his way toward my head. By the time time morning arrives, he’s occupied most of my pillow space. And truly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Does your cat have an evening routine? Tell us about it in the comments!
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (originated right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.