All these oblivious politicians who faff around with seasonal time zone changes while never having to manage anything about the practicalities of their own lives really need to spend a couple years being responsible for a food-anxiety-prone cat.
Poor Leelo(o) Ten responded to being put on a diet by immediately learning When Is Food Time, to the minute.
She is presently having a little brain melt as we changed the time on her food robot, and hence on her between-supper-and-bedtime treats.
We had to get her a food robot in the first place because she got so upset when I, the Official Kibble Scooper And Server, was even minutes late that she would get bitey in her panicked begging.
Then we had to keep fortifying the defences of the food robot because she would bash at it until she upended it (thus causing it to NOT deliver food), because she does not believe there will ever be food again.
It currently drops kibble from a shelf about 6 inches above counter height 5x/day.