A Day in the Life of Icky

My company is pretty good to its employees, so I am sitting at home today, July 3^rd, because the Fourth of July falls on a Tuesday this year and the higher-ups rightly assumed that a four-day weekend would be a hugely popular option.

I thought maybe it would be interesting to see what my cat does during the day on weekdays, since the last time I was around on a Monday my movement was limited to lying on the couch and occasionally rolling over to throw up in a bucket. Sorry, that was gross. The point is, I didn’t keep tabs on Icky that day.

(The cat, by the way, is now called Icky, which is short for Icarus. Yes, he does try and often fail to jump to unattainably high parts of the apartment; no, there are no wax wings involved. Moving on.)

So far, this is what Icky does during the day, after the usual routine of biting Katherine’s feet/elbows when she attempts to ignore her alarm clock, investigating as she makes coffee, and following her as she gets ready for work:

1. wander a little, scoping out likely nap locations.
2. nap.
3. sit up, look around, nap.
4. get up, move over about 4 feet, nap.
5. pace the hallway for about 5 minutes, lick paw, fall asleep before finishing bath.
6. hear noise. is it an enemy!? defeat possible enemy by getting much comfier and napping.
7. remember having made a to-do list—accordingly, find a shirt Katherine left on the ground, curl up on said shirt, shed. today’s goal accomplished!
8. nap.
9. ALERT! WHAT IS HAPPENING!? oh, someone is scratching behind ears. permission to proceed with sleeping.
10. nap, as adorably as possible.

I don’t know why we thought the cat’s day might be somehow fascinating.