This is the typical view I get if I turn to my left while working at my desk.
He sits and stares, and every other minute or so he taps on my arm to remind me that he's there and he wants something.
He also sits on the arm of my chair in the living room and does the same thing, but it's a little less creepy when he's on the desk.
It used to irritate me when he'd hang on me like a needy toddler, but these days I take it as a good sign. He's here, he's active, he's annoying. Just as it should be.
Old men get to be annoying.
His age is showing. He's losing weight. He has times when he sits there and stares off into nothing, like he's listening for something. He twitches oddly sometimes. But mostly, he's his annoying self.
This is him just 30 seconds ago.
Bright eyed, alert, wanting me to get off my asterisk and open a can. He'll probably only eat half, but he had several steak bites two hours ago, so that's fine.
I catch some good-natured chit every now and then for how much we spoil him, but really...when you're pushing 100, as he is, you should get most of what you want. And right now what he seems to want is in the kitchen, and I'm damn well getting it for him.