Morning: Having been put in his kennel due to incessant yowling at 3am, Dayle is curled up sleeping and waiting for some kind soul to come along and open the cage.
Once out, he takes the time to check out his cage. You never know what might have changed on the outside once you’ve been inside…
Once he has asserted that everything is fine, he realizes just how terribly dirty he is, and spends at least fifteen minutes putting each piece of fur back in place just so.
Now clean, Dayle discovers something evil – a milk jug tab. His entire being is aware, waiting for the right moment to strike out at this great foe…
He attacks with speed and… well… this is Dayle, so there’s no grace involved…. let’s call it destructive force!
Finally he captures the elusive tab and chews on it for a while. That’ll show it who’s boss.
Having vanquished his mighty foe, he moves on into another room where he surveys the destruction he caused in the middle of the night, before being banished to the kennel.
Satisfied with his wanton destruction, he heads for the kitchen to forage for a meal. A night in the pen makes you hungry.
The next hour or so is spent staring out the window at the birds in the yard. Come closer little birdies…
When Dayle tires of that, he tries to find something else to entertain him. Oh wait, what’s this?? A different window???
After an hour in the different window, he heads into the kitchen/dining room to see what Mommy’s doing. In this case, to admire her lunch. Dayle likes cheese too.
But wait, what’s this? Still another different window??? To hell with cheese!
Early afternoon, and it’s time for a litterbox break.
Time to head back to that second window, it was great. But wait… that is a Sera in his window. Dayle fills with the fury of a thousand suns….
and moves on, deciding to look cute near the door in hopes that the door will magically open for him due to his cuteness.
When the door ignores his advances, Dayle decides to go complain in his livejournal about the unfairness of life.
Upon realizing that he doesn’t actually have a livejournal, Dayle finally retires to his favourite chair in the kitchen, where he sleeps for the rest of the night. Or at least until 3am, when he wakes himself up to sing at the top of his lungs once again, thus starting his day anew.