You wouldn't think cats would be bothered by Mondays, but the truth is, we notice the primal habits of our hoomons change with the start of the week. Fur instance, Monday is trash day. The truck arrives at the Crack of Dawn, and unless Dadders rolls outta bed before that dawn cracks, we all get to enjoy our garbage for another three days. And let me reassure you, our household makes more garbage than ANY other house on our block.
How do we know? Our neighbors all have ridiculously small trash cans. Almost the size of an office wastebasket. Whereas we have a minimum of four tall-size trash bags, plus a few filled boxes of odds and ends. Why so much? Because there are eleventy-zillion of us in residence, and we are still in the act of purging stuff from old house.