Apparently Jack, our idiot cat, can tell time now.
Because he's been out and about all day, in a limited fashion - still occasionally startled into corners by the other cats hissing (we tried vanilla, we tried wiping him down, doesn't work, we need to buy cat wipes apparently; at least the hissing doesn't upset him - he just blinks at them and carries on being Jack), but otherwise eating, snuggling me during my nap, et cetera...
But we walked up with the syringe of Kitty Drugs and he was up in the damn box spring, the only place he knows we can't get at him.
Boy can tell time now. This is the only time today he's done that. I would be impressed if I wasn't wheezing from under-bed dust.
He actually gives up after meds are administered - fights like hell until I get the meds down his throat, and then he is perfectly calm and cuddleable. "Oh. You won again. Okay." Note to Jack: I will always win.