Grrr, Monday. Worse day of the week. Possibly the worse day humans ever invented, no, definitely the worse day ever invented. Dad goes back to work, Mom goes to work outside, or rushs about making noise or worse, gets out the vacuum cleaner for eleventy zillion hours. All schedules are thrown off including my morning nap which throws off my afternoon nap which indeed, throws off my early evening nap and the whole day is shot. Grrr!
On second thought, Tuesday follows Monday and Tuesdays are quiet. Mom reads to me and gives me lots of attentions and brushings and my naps, oh my glorious, long, delicious naps are… well, glorious, long, and delicious. I suppose Tuesdays would be Mondays if Mondays didn’t come first and then in that case, I’d dislike Tuesday. And I really, really like Tuesdays. Good thing there’s such a thing as Monday!
Wait a minute! What did I just say? Clearly, I need a nap because I hate Mondays!