I think it takes a new kitten to fully appreciate one's old cat. I had about two still shots of the kitten. The rest of the pictures of her were a streak of color, a blur of stripes. Over and over she clawed her way up the couch and then jumped off, finding a bit of fluff on the floor to attack or pawing the dog's tail.
And then, the old cat. I could take photos of him all day long because he rarely moves off the couch. When he does, it is only to go outside to roll around in a sunny spot on the driveway, or it might be to move closer to the fireplace.
He sure is a good old cat.