My 10-year-old cat, Hobbes, has a great life. His bowl is always filled with dry food that, according to package copy, is especially blended for a cat his age. Between 5 and 6 p.m. each day, he gets a touch of gourmet canned food. He gets well-kitty vet care and immediate medical attention if he’s not feeling well. He has cat beds near my workstation and my husband’s, yet prefers lounging in our laps or on our paper stacks.