As my first cat gets older, she gets a little wackier.

With the addition of a new flat mate, she lost some of her control of her environment, and despite Po being in no way a threat to her (he avoids her mostly), she is more wound up each day than she used to be. She grooms herself more rapidly; she has taken residence on the top level of a cat tower; she constantly watches for the new guy, and when he is within 5-6 feet of her, she is a hissing growling machine.

The other thing she does now that she used to not do is sit outside the dark bathroom and stair into it, and let out a sort of meow-cry. Tim would describe her as looking for ghosts, which matches her behavior pretty well.

She is kinda paranoid now.

And yet, I guess I get it. I spend a lot of time looking for spectres that might linger to complicate my life. And I certainly spend to much time trying to talk to ghosts from moments in my past.

Age does that to you, I guess. Man or beast.