My cats have it made.
They are both more than 11 years old now. Juice was about 3 months old when I got her in January of 2006. Noelle was about 6 months old when I got her in June of the same year.
They are both pretty spoiled.
They get fed twice a day without fail. Good food, too. A little dry, a bunch of wet, and whatever raw I can get them to eat. If they meow enough I will give them treats. If they act really pitiful, I will offer them what I am eating if it is healthy for them.
I clean up their poop. 1-2x per day, typically. I swear they laugh at me as I am scooping their litter box.
I brush their fur. I give them mani/pedis when I cut and file their nails.
They have cat beds. They also have a couple of baskets with blankets in them, just for kitties. If those options aren't good enough, they seek out whatever piece of furniture or blanket strikes their fancy at that particular moment.
They find the perfect warm spots. It could be a modem, or a router. A sun puddle. Or me. If I have a heating pad, I can forget about enjoying it myself.
They are mellow now. Rarely do they freak out over something unseen and race through the house. They don't (intentionally) knock stuff over anymore. I can now laugh about the time one of them knocked a casserole I had just pulled out of the oven off of the counter.
They are happy, well-fed, well-loved, content and spoiled.
I want to be a cat.