Pre-Cognition?

Did my brain and my gut get together for a little pre-cognition incident today? My apartment manager knows that I have cats; it is known that animals have to be out of an apartment or house during and after pest spraying; I was sick to my tummy this morning and decided against going out to walk the Rs; the pest spray guys arrived at 10:30 this morning - and the kits and I had to vacate to the patio and back yard for 8 hours. We just got back inside. Hmmmmm... (The only foreknowledge I was given was on Tuesday morning, when the manager e-mailed me and said the place would be sprayed "sometime this week or next week.") Lucky I was home sick!