When I was doing Farrells, I would go to bed every night at 10:30, and Louie would go upstairs with me and climb into his bed outside my door. Ever since then, I have returned to a later bedtime, but every night at about 10:45, Louie disappears. When we go upstairs an hour later, we find that he went to bed at his 10:30 bedtime. It cracks me up every time.
One day last week, I had the opportunity to sleep in. Lo and behold, at 7:45, Autumn starts crying at the door. Normally when she does this, I open the door and she runs because she knows I am mad. This time when I opened the door to tell her to go away (yes I have conversations with them...commence with the cat lady jokes) she just sat there looking happy. I realized then that she'd thought I overslept and was trying to help me get to work.
So there you have it, my scientific proof that cats can tell time. Thank you and goodnight.