Ursula the cat has discovered that she is nearly four years old—almost a third of the way through her expected life span. So what? you ask. Well, fractions are not her strong point and she has suddenly lost confidence. She is obviously thinking, “What have I achieved? What is the point of life? Soon I will be a useless old cat with ragged fur.” I will support her through this identity crisis even though I think it is premature; after all, at 75 I had a similar epiphany.