Yes, even cats become senile...

Prescious comes with a story few cats have. He was found in the median strip of a four lane highway as a tiny kitten, taken to a farm and nursed back to health only to grow into a giant of a cat. He lived an idyllic life playing with horses and wandering over acres of pasture chasing mice, until the fateful day his owner found out that you really can't ever trust an alcoholic because the bottle is really their lover.
I won't go into how much this woman did for this wrong end of a mule, but let's just say: bought a boat. When he gathered up everything she had bought him, boat, car, tools, etc. and left her one day with only a note when she got  home from work, the people who owned the farm tossed her and her menagerie out on her ear. She discovered even the church she worked so hard at was firing her and she arrived suicidal at my shop as so many do. You really find out who your friends are when you hard luck arrives on your door step.
Finally I made a deal with her to go to a restaurant where I knew the owner needed help and get a job. The hard worker she was, she was back on her feet in a couple of months, but alas, Prescious was not. He missed his farm and threw himself at the screen door howling until the manager of the apartment building was going to throw her out. I, in a fit of total insanity, agreed to take him is she would stop threatening suicide because according to the cards within 6 month she was going to filthy, stinky rich.
I, then, went on to my second job leaving my adopted mother to manage the shop. A few hours later I received a frantic call that this woman was at the shop with a gigantic varikennel in the back of a pickup truck and, mom was certain, some sort of wild cat because no domestic cat was that big! I had to get home and sure enough, there was "little" Prescious. This cat was not fat. He was just plain huge but he was gentle as a lamb and to my shock, every cat in the house immediately took to him.
Pescious is older than Methuselah. He must be pushing 30 because I have had him over 20 years. He has mothered kittens and raised them and watched me bury them. He may outlive me. But, the old man is getting senile. Last night I dropped an ice cube and he mistook it for food and started licking it. I think you know what happened, but the ice cube finally fell off his tongue and he got brain freeze. I swear his eyes crossed. I know I will drop another cube but I wonder if he will remember what happened. I doubt it. He forgets he is eating and wanders off.
Oh, just for the record, a really rich man whose house she was cleaning 6 months later asked her to marry him. However, I didn't even get a tip. All I got was the bottomless pit of a cat and that my friends, is the story of MY life.