When I get old I want to live like my cat

HI everyone,
I have a friend, Marsha (the cat lady) who has always said that she wants to come back as her cat. I don't know about that, but when I get old I want to live like our cat lives.

Out of the five of us, Samson has benefitted the most from the move to Ireland. First, he sleeps on warm floors, he has a plethora of soft places to lay about, and he gets to be "cat about village" and go outside at will. He gets to lord over the dogs, the staff (that would be Margie and I) and the rest of the village (whether they know they are being lorded over or not).

As is shown in the picture he has taken to sitting on the cushion on the bench at the kitchen table, waiting for me whenever one of us starts to cook. If we are delayed past our usual lunch time he will wait, knowing that sooner or later food will arrive. Then he sits next to me and purrs. Should I be inconsiderate and not give him a small tidbit from my plate, he will encourage me to consider his needs by tapping the table with his paw!!! We hate to confess how successful a maneuver this has become, rationalizing as we do that he is an old cat (now about 20) and that "really he deserves to get what he wants."

Samson's health has definitely increased since the move, he prefers the food in Ireland, and he gets out for a regular bit of excercise. All his needs and most of his wants are met almost as soon as he voices them (herding us as he does into the room where his food is kept). He sleeps and eats on his own time table. His life is interesting to him and he has diverse company.

Definitely the life I want to live as I get older (big smile),
Love to you all,
Alana