I think I'm getting old. I walked by a mirror the other day and noticed that my hair, while exceptionally beautiful, was almost all gray! I used to have quite a bit of black hair on my back and now? Only a small little stripe. The rest is gray.

I asked the cat about it the other day and she told me that it meant I was getting old. She should know. She's much older than me. Then again, she isn't gray at all.

I think she is trying to get in my head - you know, make me all worried about it. My people are old and they seem fine, so I don't think it's such a big deal.

But then the cat told me that when you get old, you start to forget things. And that's when I realized that I don't really remember last week. In fact, I'm not sure what I ate for breakfast yesterday. Did I even eat breakfast??? I feel pretty hungry, so maybe I forgot to eat breakfast!

Oh my goodness, now I'm worried. What if I forget where I leave my bully stick? That cat might take it!! Oh no!! I better go put it in a safe place. Ok...I'll write more later.

:-)