King Clawdius has been pretty pissed at me since my work schedule became more demanding and erratic.
I can't blame him. He used to be able to come up for snuggles and certain times and now my alarm is going off the moment he gets comfortable. He's used to getting his breakfast and dinner at certain times, and I'm not always around at those times anymore.
I think he's finally starting to forgive me. It's actually kinda adorable that a cat would adjust to his human's schedule even though it's pretty obvious that the cat doesn't understand why I'm leaving when I'm leaving.
Our time is reliably, shortly after I get home from work and a couple hours before he starts his nightly hunt.
Around 8pm to 9:30pm is the kitty's hour.