Just found my photos of my last cat, Stine. I loved her so much, and still miss her dearly. Instead of holding her tail up high, she'd curl it up on her back like an elkhound.
In lots of places, that would mean that sunlight would be exclusive to oligarchs. The rest of us would almost never get home from work in time. I get that CEOs want early light and early darkness: we usually accept overtime when there's no hope of catching any sunlight, unlike late light and late dark where they have to put overtime on days with bad weather.