My cats have watches. They are synchronized. At about three o'clock they start trailing into the kitchen, Milling, Waiting for me, or Hubs, to give them their afternoon snack. Calmly, Silently, Patiently, No fanfare... Just their piercing eyes spearing me, Pleading, Begging, Hoping, For a morsel of canned food sometime before the designated Frisk-o'clock of…