Getting away from the disturbing topic of possible fur loss that might come with those 30 something years, how about my meow? Would I still be able to express myself clearly, or would my internal meower device be all creaky and worn out?
Or maybe I could still meow around, but not with the once elegant tones as I did in my younger days. It might just end up being a confusing, gurgling sound slowly coming out of my mouth that no one would understand. That’s definitely not a very pleasing thought, considering that I currently am so expressive and precise in my conversational skills.
As an alternative, I’d probably have to learn how to write, which is something they don’t teach us in our kitty schools since we never do that in my species’ world. That could be a long and difficult task, especially trying to hold on to one of those pens or pencils with my paws!