Chester here! I wanted to talk about something that I don't talk about very much. It's my nose.
Mom has spoken before about Garfield being in better health than I am. He can breathe better than I can. He doesn't clear his throat like I do. He doesn't have to sit with his head tilted back like I sometimes have to do. And when we go to the vet, he doesn't end up panting for a half hour like I do. He can jump higher than I can and he doesn't tire out as easily as I do - Garfield can play for an hour straight.
You can see in this video that I have to rest after some playing.
You might think that I'm jealous. I'm not. I have two things that Garfield does not. The first is that my days spent in ill health have given me a vivid imagination and it has cultivated my artistic temperament. I have elevated mushing fleecy blankies, burying poop, and pouncing on my foam rubber crescent to new heights.
I also take extra care to lick my paws. It's always nice to start with a face rub: