Forgetful Cats

Kasey and I are getting older, and we are a bit forgetful sometimes. It is something She understands and knows a little about. Her memory used to be so good that She could remember Her new students' names in just one day. She used to know Her part in plays after reading through it one time, or copying it one time. Words to all the songs? She knew them. Then, She started to get older. She kept it together until She retired from Her teaching job. Then, just like Kasey and me, She would forget names. She would forget words. I notice She talks more slowly now, to be sure She is saying the right word. There is a terrible disease that people get where they just forget stuff. She doesn't have that disease, because She worries about having it. The doc says that if you worry about having it, you don't have it. That is a relief to us, and to Him and Her. But why do you forget stuff when you get older? One reason is that you don't have so many conversations, so your brain gets dusty. She dusts off Her brain by doing puzzles and word games. She talks to me a lot, but not much to Kasey. He and She get into some good discussions, and Her brain feels better afterward. She has heard of pills you can take to help your brain, and She will find out more. Kasey and I have to remember a lot. We need to remember where we aren't allowed to go, and to be sure to use the litter-box and things like that. Sometimes She says she has forgotten more than we will ever know. It doesn't hurt my feelings, because She is quite chipper when She says it. Perhaps I will go and lie in the sun and think about that. Don't worry. I won't forget to come back tomorrow with another story.