After the painters leave, she goes out and stays away for hours. If I happen to fall asleep while she's out, she goes into the rafters of the garage, and when I finally wake up and let her in, she usually expresses her disapproval by swatting at me as she passes. She'll probably be as glad as I'll be once this project is done.
Now there's stuff to be done that didn't get done when I fell asleep on the couch. The dishes are still in the sink, and there are clothes in the dryer. At least I got around to feeding the feral cats before passing out.