Grayson The Cat

This our cat Grayson. We can't remember exactly how long ago we got him, but we think it was about 15 years. Our last cat, Atreides, had just died and Helen found Grayson wandering the halls of her school in the cold of winter and brought him home. As far as cats go, he's pretty good. He's very sociable. All the neighbors love him. He always goes out to meet anyone walking by our house. The dogs in the neighborhood don't know how to act because Grayson doesn't get scared. He just comes up and tries to rub up against them - purring the whole time. He's slowing down now as he's gotten older and doesn't bring as many kills home. He's also spending more time inside which is annoying because he keeps using his dang litter box now. I guess it's better than going to the bathroom somewhere else in the house, but it's still a pain. Also, every once in a while we smell a musky odor and think he's spraying, but we can never find the exact location of the smell. Helen and I keep wondering to each other, "Is it time?". Unfortunately probably not just yet, but soon.