Eye of the Tiger?

Having introduced one of my cats, it is only fair now to introduce the other.  Dear, sweet, faithful Sher-khan, named for the tiger of literary fame, has been with me for a long time now.  At nearly 20 years old, (yes, you read right, 20, two-zero) he is very much a senior kitty; He has slowed down a lot from the days of his youth, with some definite stiffness and arthritis in his gait, but he is still able to jump up on the bed for night-time cuddles and he still lets me hear all about it if something isn't right with his world, such as mommy getting home late or a lack of attention, which is naturally supposed to be constant.  And being a Siamese, he's got the pipes to do it with, too.

He is also a cat of many faces.  We have basket-kitty,

outside kitty,

and lap-kitty.

 He is a big-time lap cat, and one of his pet peeves in life is laptops, which take up space that is obviously supposed to belong to a kitty.  He does enjoy excursions out into the back yard, though anymore he only tends to go out a few minutes before coming back inside for a cozy nap (see basket-kitty).

He plays the kindly uncle to Leo, who is still young enough to make a pest of himself sometimes.  Still, they seem to have worked things out between them as to who possesses what space when (I am evidently a time-share) and Sher-khan is still able to find space where he can nap in peace.  If only all our lives could be like his....