This week we had a visit from a therapy cat at our assisted living facility. The first house was quieter than usual. Me and the humans encountered a nonverbal woman with heavy hands, so we ended up visiting her for a while. But when I got to the big room, nothing was happening. Barry Gibb was singing a Bee Gees song on a big TV, but no one was watching. Most people were dozing off.
I was also able to meet the woman and other friends I was high-fiving. I saw a red-haired woman who loved cats and a woman who couldn’t walk but loved me. A few residents who always look forward to seeing me were sitting there or walking around, but they weren’t actually there. One of the men I saw earlier was napping on the couch. But when my human gently sat down next to him, he woke up and petted me for a while.
I don’t usually talk about the other houses I visit on this visit. It’s usually quiet. However, this time it was quite exciting. One of the staff members guided me to various residents and spoke with them during the visit. She also had the softest and best pet blanket ever and gave it to my human to lay on the resident’s lap. I think this is a magic blanket because he’s not a cat who usually laps, but he had so much fun snuggling on it during our visit.
I actually ran a little later than normal on this platform because the staff and my human were chatting for a while. But it didn’t matter because I was dozing on the resident’s lap the whole time. The resident was a very nice, slightly vague-looking woman. When the staff member asked if she knew me, she said, “Is that my cat?” I don’t know if she realized I wasn’t her cat, but it didn’t matter.
