Kitty has it pretty good. She spends the whole day laying in bed, cuddling up next to a warm body, rolling over on her back, paws sticking up into the air, her brilliant green eyes pleading, "Pet me! Pet me!" and her request being granted immediately. She gets up, runs to the kitchen, has a snack, jumps up on the counter and has a sip of water from the facet, then she runs around the living room three times, stopping to rest for a moment on the small rug under the table, deciding she is still hungry, running back to the kitchen for a few more tasty morsels, then running around the living room three more times, finally ending up back in bed with her paws up in the air and her tummy ready to be rubbed. Not so bad, after all.
Come to think of it, that sounds pretty much like my day with the exception of running around the living room and having my tummy rubbed.