Living in Hansel and Gretel land..........

I have decided I am living the story of a fairy tale..... Hansel and Gretel to be exact! And why do I say that? Because my cat seems to think I need to follow a trail to find her. As I have said before, Peanut is getting old, and she does not seem to be well. Actually she isn't ill, just not as she should be, if that makes sense? She does weird things, like trotting around and then stopping bolt upright to gazing at nothing, and I mean nothing. There is nothing on the wall, nothing on the floor, nothing in front of her and nothing to look at. Yet she will stare very intently, with her eyes all huge, as if she cannot believe what she is seeing.....and I can't see anything there at all. Recently she has taken to leaving a trail of food all over the floor after she has eaten. Tiny weeny pieces of cat food will be dotted here and there, sometimes in a line and sometimes artistically spotted here and there. Getting caught unawares on dark morning, when you saunter into the kitchen to make a breakfast cuppa, without first putting the light on, means you can get a rather nasty shock. The resulting hopping from one bare foot to the other, as you feel the squelch of moist chunks of cat food between your toes, can be a source of amusement to all except the person experiencing it. The consequential shouting of annoyance can be even more amusing...except to the person experiencing it. I have learnt to put the light on, my husband has not! Sometimes the trail even leads into the sitting room. It could be construed as Peanut leaving little presents for us, but to be honest I think she is just old, and dribbles her food around. She ends up with it on her nose and all down her front. It is a sad state to get in, but she is amiable enough when we wipe her clean! Oh that I will be just as amiable when I get old and dribble my food..........