Itzl doesn't know he starts physical therapy tonight.
He doesn't know that it's PT for me, too, since I will learn how and what they do so I can repeat it at home for him.
Instead, he thinks life is pretty much back to normal.
That means he lounges around on my desk, napping in one of his beds.
Unless it's time to alert on a sound. His eyes have popped open and he's thinking about alerting on the people standing in the airlock entry. I've already seen them there, so I don't really need him to alert for me. he doesn't know that, though.
The people moved towards the door and Itzl has pulled himself up to the point where if he needs to alert, he can do so quickly.
And they left without coming in, so he flopped back down to continue his nap, interrupted, but not disturbed.