my little black cat, viscosa, sprouted a long wiry white hair out of her eyebrow during the night. does this mean she's growing old? she's the youngest of our animal family (now 7). my oh my...life moves quickly. some days i think it's strange how much i think about mortality. i'm nearly 32 years old. i watch people...always watching people, trying to decipher the length and quality of their days. i love life too much. sometimes it makes me feel desperate.