He's never had an earmite nor pad pain in his entire pampered life.

Warm in the winter, cool in the summer, food on demand, all my furniture is his domain, surrounded by his women but no responsibilities in the Pride.

His only physical issue over the years has been substandard teeth, taken care of promptly.

Not even a nicked ear from a tomcat fight about which to weave and embellish a ripping yarn chock-full of heroism and valour (unlike the owner of the lap he frequents. Grin!)

Yeah, tough life Hobbes!

GRIN!