150 Steps: It's nice to be loved, I guess
Our sole remaining cat is 17 and a half years old. She's in pretty good shape, relatively healthy, and dumb as a load of bricks. She's also getting cranky and demanding in her dotage. What would have been cute, if annoying in a kitten (the "I want to play at 3:30 AM" antics, among other things) have made the transition to annoying and frustrating. Among her repertoire of "pay attention to me" late night activities are: rattling the closet doors scratching at the closet doors scratching at the sheets and mattress right next to my head finding, walking on, and rustling any stray items that make a nice crinkly sound (e.g., my gym bag) hopping up on the bed and leaning the full weight of her body against my face because she always must be touching me (this is a move we've dubbed the "golden retriever") tapping me in the hollow of my throat with one paw pawing at the sheets so she can burrow, temporarily, down by my knees doing the "