Cats really are creatures of habit. Every night when I turn the TV off and shut off the lights I announce that it's bedtime. Crash always heads right for the bedroom. Burnie sometimes follows, but mostly I have to wake him up and carry him into the bedroom. I keep them with me at night because I don't trust them to have the run of the house when I can't see them. And, of course, I don't want my sleep to be disturbed, they can't get into too much trouble in one room.
Last week I went to dinner at a friend's house. We had a wonderful time, but I didn't get home until midnight. Both of them immediately walked into the bedroom, but I had a few things to take care of before retiring for the night. Both of them came our, circled around my feet and went back to the bedroom. They did this for a few times, until I finally decided to go to bed. They were so happy, they went right to sleep.
They are such nags. A girl can't have any fun.