Seniorboy just emerged out of his fleece cover and ......I wondered. Darling Oneago conked one morning at 8 years old. Darling Twoago had renal failure and died at 13. Seniorboy is 19 and just keeps on going. But he can't go for ever, eh? Every year I say 'Seniorboy's last Xmas probably' and yet he makes it through. (And he's purring and putting a peremptory paw on the laptop as I type.) And his vet loves him.