Buddy has a schedule.
Early morning (when my husband wakes up to get ready for work): Out and about, affectionate but jumpy.
Mid/late morning (after I wake up): Out and about, begging for attention, very playful, very lovey.
Early afternoon: Wind down. Laze around.
Mid/late afternoon, early evening (from just before husband comes home to after dinner): Hide under the couch.
Evening: Out and about, aloof, lazy.
Nighttime: Who knows. Probably conquering some far-away country without our knowledge. Tsk tsk. He does stay by the bedside while I fall asleep, though.*
Anytime anything scary happens (which, for Buddy, is just about everything) he hides under the couch.
In the past few days he has eschewed this schedule and stayed under the couch all day. I saw him for probably twenty minutes total yesterday. This scares me, because Buddy is FeLV-positive (I shall have to relate this story to you at some later date) and I don't know if he's sick -- feeling yucky -- or what's going on. (Poor guy moans and stretches in his sleep the same way I do... I know we probably understand each other on the pain.)
Anyway, all this is to say I had to drag him out from under the couch to get these pictures, so you'd better enjoy them. Or something.
*OK. Get this. Husband falls asleep within three minutes. Settles down in bed, a minute later he's twitching, and a minute after that he's gone. It takes me up to an hour, sometimes longer to fall asleep, and nighttime is when (though my body is worn-down) my brain is revving up for some good creative work. So it's miserable sitting there alone, nothing to do when my brain is so ready to do stuff, trying to fall asleep. Not to mention wriggling around trying to get comfortable since I usually don't have any painkillers at the time (otherwise I'd be up, awake and doing stuff). So, when the cats stay on my nightstand it provides me some company and makes things a little less miserable. As far as the difference between husband's and my falling-asleep habits, I have one word: JEALOUS.
