Monday's child is fair of face.
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child it full of woe.
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving.
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
And the child that is born on the Sabbath day is happy and joyful and groovy always (or something along those lines).
I was born on a Tuesday on the pagan celebration of spring, Beltane, in the Chinese year of the tiger. And, albeit I am graceful, I'm also a spiller; dribbler; cat hair, wee bits of paper, glitter n stuff etc attracter; and general toast crumbs in the bed type of person.
I found another days of the week poem in a very odd little book that I picked up in a charity shop recently:
Tell me what you do all day?
Busy, I am, but listen pray!
Monday is my milking day,
Tuesday skimming off the cream,
Wednesday's when the butter's churned,
And packed away each Thursday,
Friday's when I bake all day,
Saturday is market day,
On Sunday off to church I plod,
Thanks to Thee, Almighty God.
Now then, reading between the lines I'd say that Tuesday is a good day for us cats.