Hello, Kitty
There are two Sammies. The first Sammy is aged and quite frankly falling apart. He whines to be petted, and needs to be lead to cheese, being unable to sniff out its precise location himself. He stumbles when he walks and experiences tremors when sitting. He is a shadow of his former self, a pitiable old man. The second Sammy tears around teh house a full speed, sounding for all the world like a herd of cats when he is but one. He accelerates as a hunter in his prime and covers the distance from the far corner of the dining room, through the living room, and up the stairs, a distance of some fifty feet, in less than five seconds. These days we see far more of the first than the second, and I fear the second is fueled by dementia. It is a terrible thing to grow old.

All of a sudden, I feel an desire to read the "Sand and Stars" storyline from Starman. Fortunately for me, I have my copy of Starman: A Wicked Inclination... at the ready. Bully!