Sometimes, we seniors can start to feel like society has forgotten about us. I’m Jonesy and I’m 13 years old, so some might think my best days are behind me. I have to say, I disagree. Imagine if they’d said that to Sir Ian McKellan, Betty White, or Morgan Freeman. Yep. That’s me: a four-legged national treasure. For some of us, life begins at 13.  That’s not to say I didn’t have a life. I did. I got to know and love other cats, dogs, and little children, and did well with all of them. I’m a classic introvert: I love my friends and social time, but then I need some alone time or just-family time to recover. I currently live in the bustling cat metropolis known as Kitty City, which, as you might imagine, can sometimes be a little overwhelming.  I love hanging out in the kitchen with the volunteers and staff and soaking up the attention. I’m a super affectionate boy! When I’m not in the kitchen, you can often find me in my bed. And, when I say I’m in my bed, I mean I’m IN my bed- I like to burrow under the blankets! I’m fully certified in the art of coziness.  I’d be a great fit for all sorts of different homes. There’s got to be someone out there who thinks I’m exactly the kind of cat they want!  While I don’t have an age preference for my human, there is a bonus if you’re a senior like me: if someone over 65 adopts me, the adoption fee is $1 and routine vet care for the rest of my life is covered at the shelter at no cost to the adopter.  So if you believe age is nothing but a number, come check me out!