You might be par feline too with the many lives you’ve had.I was 51, post surgical back X3, and found myself on a mobility scooter in Walmart just to get around. After I wedged myself into the perfume aisle and had to be pulled out followed by driving into a large stack of rubber balls in the toy section causing chaos and a clean up on 3 aisles, it occurred to me I might be getting old. And yes, Paint, we don't bounce at that age...we break.
I have since embraced my inner "Crone". In my tradition, that is a badge of honor. I realize how blessed I am to still be around as many people don't get the gift of long life.