If there's one thing I'm learning it's that cats grow up a lot faster than
humans. When I got Isis back in 2000 she was a bundle of high energy. One
day I was sitting in my chair, heard some commotion, looked around and saw
her scamper up a curtain that was over six feet high, do a mid-air 180 turn,
and go zooming back down the curtain and out of the room.

In those days when I came home from work I would say, 'Where's my cat?' and
she'd bounce off her chair and come running to see me whereupon I would give
her a vigorous ear scratching and petting. Now when I came home and say,
'Where's my cat?' nothing happens. Nodda. I have to go upstairs, find her on
her sleepy chair, and scratch her ears there.

She used to like to play 'run for your life'. The last time I tried that she
turned around and hissed at me.

She must be about 10 years old now and is starting to act a little like,
well, an old lady.

Mike in Ilinois