Specifically a Maine Coon tom cat, who lives in the house.
I look at Eli's life - and it fits what I call really, really, really good.
He sleeps with the woman he loves (that would be me!). He watches over her carefully. If she's on the computer, he lies down next to her. If she's in the kitchen, he's right there, observing. If she lies down to rest, he's there, right beside her. If she's doing laundry, he hops up into a basket of dirty clothes, to make sure they "knead" to be washed.
He eats his favorite food in the morning, he eats Frost's food (special from the vet due to kidney problems), he eats his own dry food, he eats chicken when we cook it. One has to eat a lot to save up energy for that five hour afternoon nap.
He has fresh water handed to him. And speaking of water, at times, if concerned enough, he gets in the shower and makes sure she doesn't slip and fall.
His bathroom is kept clean for him.
He rules the roost. If you cross him (if you are a cat or dog), he simply shows with brute strength that he is, indeed, king.
If anyone sees him, they gasp about his regal beauty. He may blink or nod in kindly acknowledgement.
He gazes out the window and imagines if he were out there what he would hunt and chase. But he doesn't have to really do it; his imagination gets fulfilled with toys that won't hurt him back.
He is confident that he is loved, safe and at peace.
Yep.
I shoulda been a tom cat.
Life couldn't get any better.
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