This is what I've been doing for the past two weeks:
Yes. I've been a lazy bum. At least now I am venturing out each day to deposit money in the account of one or another of my spawn. Or to pick up medicine. Or grab a 44 oz. Diet Coke now full of ice, so really, I'm just hydrating myself, what with drinking mostly water all day due to the melting of the 44 ounces of ice.
I do my catnapping inside. In Farmer H's La-Z-Boy in the living room. Not on the corner of the back porch rail, overlooking the Webers, all hopeful-like. And I don't have a fluffy pillow upon which to rest my whiskery chin. And I daresay, my tail is not so svelte. You might say I'm growing fat and sassy. Fatter and sassier.
It's a good gig if you can get it.