I wish I was a cat

Cats have life so easy (the ones who live in houses I mean). Take my cat for example: Mark and I work hard all day so we can get her the one kind of cat food she likes and keep her well stocked with kitty treats. All she does is lay around, play with her peppermint (the only thing she likes to play with, despite all the high-tech toys we bought her....). She doesn't even have to clean up after herself. Mark cleans out the litter box and I keep her food dish well stocked. She gets kitty treats for no reason, other than looking cute, and can sleep whenever she wants. She has no schedule, no nagging boss (or multiple bosses who contradict themselves...), no screaming children...It's all happy joy-joy for Pepper.

I wish I could be as languid as Pepper. I wish I didn't have to worry about work or money or deadlines or twenty nagging bosses who all tell me different things. I wish I could lay around all day and play with a peppermint. Cats don't have to worry about what they are going to wear to work and if the pants make them look fat or if their hair still looks ok by the end of the day or if they have food in their teeth when talking to prospective parents...

Sigh. But at least I get weekends to sleep in and do nothing. I'm so glad that it's Friday. I'm still not fully recovered from my vacation, or the sickness that I had from Sunday through Tuesday. I'm hoping that I get better by Monday. Maybe if I'm feeling better, I won't be as upset about work...