As a minor concern, the Admiral no longer seems to have any sense of time. This is fairly easily determined by his attitude towards his god, the food machine
. While his appetite has been good since the food switch this summer, he's simply no longer interested in waiting for the timer to click and pellets to be disbursed.
He also now longer comes to bed at night as regularly. Now it's more that on his way back from the catbox he realizes that I'm in bed, so he might as well swing by. However, if I pick him up and put him in the bed, he'll happily stay there.