I've heard the staff snickering behind my back about how lazy they think I am. I find this insulting, obviously. In order to keep myself young, spry and healthy, I've ensured that I get an average of 18 hours of sleep daily. If I didn't need to keep these humans so entertained I'd consider getting more so I suppose they should count themselves among the lucky.
Although the number of hours of sleep per day remains fairly constant, the choice of sleeping locale varies greatly from day to day or hour to hour. It's a way to inject a little bit of variety into my monotonous routine.
I spend several hours each day both in the bed and on the couch, but other favorites include my "cat condos" of which I own two, on top of the female's desk, and as seen in this photo, sometimes plopping down on the carpet will suffice. In fact on sunny mornings the warm patch of carpet by the window is hard to beat.
The staff claim that I'm known to snore while I sleep. I doubt this very much, and even if it were true it would pale in comparison to the ruckus that erupts from the male human nearly every night. It's no wonder I tend to use the overnight hours to pry my way into areas otherwise off limits to me, and to spill things loudly down from their resting places.
Despite their best efforts, I refuse to recognize the "no Rusty zones" imposed by the staff. Most of these can be found in the kitchen. There are certain times of the day when sunlight can be found nowhere else, however. What's a cat to do? I simply must get on counters at times such as these.
I tend to sleep with my staff overnight, the female, as mentioned above. That is, unless I'm carrying out a major hunting and/or exploring expedition into the wee hours of the morning during which I may or may not knock over items that would make the loudest noise when dropped from decent heights. I usually get up when I hear the automatic coffee maker turn on...regardless of how tired my staff may be. If there is a wait for my first meal, I usually rest under the table to keep a close eye on any foot traffic between the bedroom and the kitchen.
After the first feeding I'm happy to oversee my staff from the top of the couch as they fumble around getting ready for work. This is prime-time sun bathing time, weather permitting, so I'm often found lounging near the back window if the shades aren't drawn.
This is when I usually head back to sleep for often extended periods of time. Mostly these days I crawl back into bed, but I can also be found high atop the bookshelf and sometimes even on the couch if there's a blanket I can burrow in.
I usually come out for a mid-day snack and perhaps a little bit of play time if my staff are willing to go to the trouble. If I've been fed properly I tend to avoid all the activity in the kitchen while dinner is being made. The sounds are enough to keep me awake, but the commotion proves far too treacherous in a room where I'm consigned to the floor. I'm happy to supervise from one level or another of my cat condo across the room. That way I'm able to see the food on the table when it's served and determine if there's anything worth begging for. Human food is often so much more appealing than the whatever comes out of a can for me.