Betty used to frolic to the Bolt laser toy nearly every time I turned it on and now, not so much. Ron and Ann were talking about my cats last night and asked how old Betty was. She is 12 in human years which is 70 in cat years. I often wonder if our remaining runway is about the same length.
She's still chipper, eats like a hog, follows me everywhere and is generally on duty at all times.
And, heck, Travis was only 6 when he died. So who knows, indeed.