Well. Lucky, my cat, is finally too old. He's lying behind me in the doorway between the kitchen and the dining room. He's not complaining, doesn't seem stressed. Kind of peaceful. I didn't see him in the lounge when I got out of bed. About two hours later I hear a crash from the laundry and he comes in with his back legs not working properly. I woke mum and dad up. They said we'll take him to the vets when it opens, but until then we just have to make sure he's comfortable. I fed him some, though he wanted more. Not too much though. Later I'll post some things I remember about him.