Watching TV with my storm orphan DeeDee. In kitty years she may be far more elderly than I am. Sometimes she skitters around like a kitten, which I rarely do. On the other hand, she's been with us over 12 years, and was a full grown cat when she called on us. Her fur is back to normal, but I expect that in June, when Frankie, Ellie's roommate from VeggieGirl's apartment, comes for a week, that will change.
For now and for the rest of her life, I indulge her in everything. Even sitting right up near my asthmatic face. Her eyes picked up the flash, because Husband RJ was taking the picture. Those are kitty kisses, and I refuse to Photoshop them back to normal.