He's an a-hole, but he's our a-hole and we (mostly) love him. Stewie likely dropped a deuce in that pea gravel moments before I took this shot. Because... well, that's what Stewie do. At 17 years old, ol' fatboy is a svelte 18 pounds--down from a high of 21 a year ago--and doesn't move as quickly as he used to. Like his dad (me), he has arthritis. We give him a monthly injection of Adequan which he doesn't seem to mind at all and does seem to help with his aches and pains. He used to routinely bring us gifts (half dead mice), but hasn't done that in years. He used to be 50/50 inside/outside cat, and loved staying out all night. He's mostly indoors now, generally venturing out only when mom or dad are in the backyard. Stewart sleeps 22.5 hours a day. The other hour and a half he eats, complains, whines for more food, purrs loudly. and poops. That's the life of Stewie.