I remember when Mew used to slap every padded hanger she'd encounter.
It's twisted, but I miss that a little. It seems like you move too quickly from the curious but cautious kitty to the over-relaxed, fat and always sleeping mature cat. While Peabody was fleeing the hissing VHS tape, Mew barely even cracked her eyes open.
Just comes down to another lesson learned . . .enjoy the now . . . now. If you spend too much time reminiscing about what the cat did last year . . .you may not notice what he did today and you'll spend your whole life missing what you barely noticed while it was happening.