Can your pets tell the time?

My Bengal cat, Saffron, launches herself onto my bed from the top of the wardrobe! I have to make sure my legs are out of the way as I am afraid that she could break a bone on impact.

shysal Oliver Sprouts latest "trick" is getting on top of the kitchen cupboards, in the gap between the sort of pelmet and the ceiling. (His previous one was walking along the banisters looking like a furry gymnast on a balance beam, but it all went horribly wrong when I had left a silky jumper over them to dry, and there was a rather undignified scrabbling, followed by a period of suspension with the back legs dangling into the abyss of the stairs, whilst the front legs hung on for dear life. We did pretend not to notice the resulting soundless plummet, but I think the damage was done)

Problem is, I hadn't realised he had moved his acrobatic endeavors until I was trimming some meat on the work top and was suddenly assailed by a large tabby feline descending from above in the manner of a particularly gung ho paratrooper. I nearly wet myself had a heart attack.

Our old dog (rip) would go to the top of the stairs, so he could see out of the porch window just before the school bus dropped the girls off. He also seemed to know about 10 minutes before their dad arrived home from work, usually different times each day. He'd sleep all the way to the south coast then sit up as we drove into nannies road. Our current dogs are creatures of routine and tell us when it's walk/food time. The older dog adores my husband and goes to the door just before his car arrives. Odd isn't it.

I'm surprised all your pets' internal clocks keep such good time. Those in my animals' tummies always run fast, so they start asking for each meal up to an hour early. They're supposed to have supper at 6 but they've shifted it forward so many times that it's currently at 4.
They get a snack at bedtime, to get the cats in as I don't like them out at night, and they pester me remorselessly from 8.30 on. I'm often in bed by 9.30 just to get some peace.

Hahaha phoenix your Oliver reminds me of my daughter's cat, who as a kitten would leap about with no thought of where he would land. He once leapt from the back of the sofa on to the TV, skidded straight off the other side and crash landed in my SiL's plate of fish and chips. I don't know who was more shocked. My daughter laughed like a drain!

Mr P refers to Oliver Sprout as "The Liability" as his clumsiness (especially with his tail is legendary.

He refers to Digby as "A fat bastard" with short "a" in the "bastard". We also both refer to him when not present as "Squeaky Fatarse"

However, we do both love them muchly!

PS Remind me of that next time an ornament gets broken/muddy pawprints are left throughout the hall and kitchen/various unidentifiable parts of rodents are left on the doormat/carpets and curtains get damaged (Oliver Sprout, we know it's you!) and various other things happen.

It's not just our cats that know when it's breakfast time. We have pheasants waiting outside every morning. They know what time we fill the bird feeders and they always have some too. We had 17 yesterday!
Also, a herring gull seems to have taken up residence on our chimney and hammers on the window if we are a bit late getting up!He was encouraged by my sister-in-law who fed him everyday on a recent visit and all attempts to discourage him have failed. As we live in the country he's not being a nuisance to anyone else and he likes "left over" cat food.