Lucy is falling apart!

The the way to school, here was the conversation:

H: Lucy is old and falling apart.

Me: Well, we've had her for a long time. Why do you say she's falling apart?

H: Oh, Dada and I were petting her last night and parts kept on falling off.

Me: What parts?

H: We need a new cat. One who doesn't have claws and can sleep with me.

Hmmm, maybe there's a kitten in our future?!