It's a cat's life

It's been a hectic few months to say the least.
When I haven't been traveling the world or taking weekend trips to Virginia, I've been busy marketing one book, doing research for my second, juggling freelance projects, volunteering, and looking for a full time job. Somehow I've also managed to find time for a healthy social life. I've been trying not to spend any time worrying about the country imploding, but I can't help it.
On the other hand, my cat doesn't have a care in the world. As long as he's got food, a clean litter box and a comfortable bed (mine), he's a happy boy.
Eli's day begins as soon as one of us wakes up. He demands his breakfast, uses the facilities and then rejoins me in bed or waits for me to play with him. After his morning workout, he finds a sunny spot and goes back to sleep. He gets up around 1 or 2 p.m., has a snack and comes to make sure I'm getting some work done. By 4 p.m., he starts demanding dinner, which is usually served by 5 p.m. After dinner he rests up before his nightly indoor hunting expeditions.
All in all he's got a great life. He rules the house with a velvet paw; his wish is my command. In other words, he's deeply loved and he's very well taken care of.
You know, I've often told family and friends, in my next life I want to come back as my own cat.
Until next time, "That's life..."