I had a therapy cat visit at the assisted living residences this week. The first house was quieter than normal. My human and I ran into the nonverbal woman with the heavy hands so I got to visit her for a while. But when we got to the big room, not much was going on. Barry Gibb was singing BeeGees songs on the big TV but nobody was watching it. Mostly people were dozing.
I did get to see the high five lady, and some of my other pals. I saw the red-haired, cat loving lady, and the woman who can’t walk but who loves me. A couple of residents who usually enjoy seeing me weren’t really present, even though they were sitting there or walking around. One of the men I’ve seen before was napping on a sofa. But he woke up when my human gently sat next to him, and he petted me for a while.
I usually don’t talk about the other home we go to on this visit. That’s because usually it’s the quiet one. But this time it was pretty lively. One of the staff in charge took me around to different residents and chatted with them while I visited. She also had the softest, best pet blanket ever, which she gave my human to lay over residents’ laps. I think it’s a magic blanket because normally I’m not a lap cat, but I totally enjoyed snuggling up on it while visiting!
We actually ran a little later than normal at this home because the staff person and my human chatted for a while. But it didn’t matter because I spent the whole time dozing on a resident’s lap. The resident was a very nice, kind of vague lady. When the staff member asked if she knew who I was, she said, “My cat?” I don’t know if she ever figured out I wasn’t her cat, but it didn’t matter.