He is definitely starting to show his age. For one thing, he's getting more and more frosty - but that's not a big thing, it just makes him look more and more distinguished, kind of like Liam Neeson or Sam Elliott. But he's also getting more and more crotchety - he's been spending more time barking at the air and grumping down the hall at nothing.
But this weekend, he stepped it up another notch. He's starting to get a lot more demanding about active snuggling, wanting me to cuddle him like a small child, or winding himself around me like a comma, making sure that as much skin as possible is touching his mama. Normally, he's happy just to be on my lap, passively snuggled in, occasionally getting up to make his rounds or get a light nosh. But this weekend, he's been shoving in between me and the keyboard, making sure that I'm aware that he needs my undivided attention, or climbing up on top of my pillow in bed and shivering until I wake up and calm him down.
It may just be the change in the weather, or it might be that I've been under the weather, or any number of weather related things, but... I'm just a little worried. And when I'm worried, I write.
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