Insomniac

This one, I think she has it all worked out. While the rest of her world is still sleeping, she gets up early, ahead of everyone else (usually in the late morning, often before Noon), and she has the world all to herself. There's nobody to quarrel with over food, or good hiding places.

Of course, that means she has to suffer through the heat of the afternoon — in fur, no less! — and that can't be much fun. But it's reasonably cool in the shade, beneath the deck, and there's a source of cool water close by.

And if she scratches at my back door long enough, she knows that sooner or later, I'll probably bring her food.

She's adapted her habits to best take advantage of the world around her. Either that, or she's an insomniac.

(It's a wonderful world of anthropomorphism: a nearsighted Northern Flicker flew into my office window this afternoon. And a deer was sneezing in my driveway.)