Carefully she made her way down the stairs. They were getting harder to see, so even though she knew their shape by heart, she had to strain to make out any possible obstructions that might be in her way. Such as a wet, slippery leaf, a sock dropped by a neighbor coming back from doing laundry, or the stray cat that hung out on the steps. She liked the cat actually, she had been feeding it for about a year and a half. But now she always worried that she might trip over it as she made her way down.