...when they spend so much of their time scaring the wits out of me?
I went out into the hallway a while ago and Tinker was lying on the floor, flattened out. He looked very odd and sadly reminiscent of Jessica, shortly before she died, when she became very weak and started to lie down in one place and not move about. I gave him a few prods and he got up and started walking about and seems to have been fine since. I think he may have been taking advantage of the heating pipes that run under the floor in that area.
I do love my pets, but every time they do something like this it sends horrors through me about what might be happening and they do it too often for my liking!
Oh, man --I know that feeling! Now that my dog is getting old, I keep waiting for something bad to happen to her. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes and check that she's still breathing. (Dumb, but I can't help it.)
The same with living with a geriatric cat with kitty dementia.
He used to sashay around the house and yowl frighteningly. I worried at first, but found that if I addressed him, or otherwise made my presence known, he'd stop. Then he'd look at me like I was the one acting abnormally. I thought the yowling might be associated with him experiencing pain. I think now it is due more to confusion.
Anyway, we made him a heated kitty bed, right next to his continuously running waterer in the downstairs bath. He took to that like a tick to a blood source. He now spends most of his time on that heated kitty bed. Oh, this morning, we left the door to the upstairs open and I was greeted by a 5 am breakfast demand in fuzzy form, so he does take extended forays away from his new favorite snoozing spot.