Uno is aging and seems to move around slower these days, unless there’s ice cream involved. Then he’s just a grey-striped flash of fur. He still is playful and likes to still attack from time to time, but more and more he’s just curled up asleep on the pillow with his nose tucked under his tail. Sometimes I think I want to come back in my next life as Uno. On grey days like this, curling up on the bed and occasionally someone to call me to the dining room for ice cream, doesn’t sound half bad!