I had a therapy cat visit at the assisted living residences this week. The first house is quieter than usual. My man and I ran into the nonverbal woman with heavy hands so I visited her for a while. But when we got to the big room, nothing much happened. Barry Gibb is singing the BeeGees on the big TV but no one is watching. Most people fell asleep.
I did see the high five lady, and some of my other friends. I saw the red hair, who loves cats, and the girl who can’t walk but loves me. A couple of residents who would normally be happy to see me weren’t actually there, though they were sitting there or walking by. One of the men I saw earlier was lying on the sofa. But she woke up when my person gently sat next to her, and she hugged me for a moment.
I usually don’t talk about the other house we go to on this visit. Usually it’s quiet. But this time it was a little more lively. One of the staff in charge took me to different residents and chatted with them while I was visiting. He also had the softest, cutest pet blanket ever, which he gave my human to lay on the residents lap. I think it’s a magic blanket because I’m not normally a lap cat, but I thoroughly enjoyed cuddling up to it while visiting!
We actually ran a little later than normal at this house because the staff and my man chatted for a while. But it didn’t matter because I spent the entire time napping on a resident’s lap. The resident is a very nice, kind of fuzzy girl. When the staff asked if he knew who I was, he said, “My cat?” I don’t know if he thought I wasn’t his cat, but it didn’t matter.