Official and Unofficial Therapy Cat

My therapy cat work took me to the big hospital this week. First I stopped by the Cancer Center, where two patients were getting their infusions. One lady said she was allergic to cats to the point of getting asthma attacks…but she wanted to see me anyway! Of course my human made sure I kept a very long distance from her, but she was still delighted to see me.

The other woman was able to visit more closely, and I let her hold me on her lap for a long time. And if you know anything about me, I am not a lap cat! But I cooperated nicely for her. They were fascinated by me, and the nurse too, because I am leash trained. My human told them I could also do tricks, so the lady put me down and I did a high five, sat up, and even waved bye-bye. They loved it!

Next I stopped at Pediatrics, and I visited the playroom since there was a family in there. The little boy squealed loudly when he saw me. His mother cautioned him to be gentle with me, but it really wasn’t necessary since he petted me a couple of times, then ran off to do other things. He came back, petted me again, and ran off again several times. He had his arm in some sort of brace or cast, and clearly he wanted to be out doing little boy things, not stuck in a hospital. The parents spent a lot of time with me because, of course, I was there for them too.

The other child I visited was an older teenaged girl with the longest, sparkliest fingernails my human had ever seen. They didn’t stop her from petting me for a second, though. Her father was there, and they told us they had two cats at home. I enjoyed the girl a lot. She was very sweet.

It was bustling over at Labor and Delivery! And none of the patients were able to see me. Some of the nurses spent time with me though, taking photos and visiting. They really do love the therapy pets.

As you can see, it was a low key day, but we got a lot out of it, and I think everyone got a lot out of me too. On the way home, my human stopped at a voting center to drop off her ballot. She brought me in with her, without my therapy vest on. I’m only allowed to wear it when I’m working for the organization. But I consider voting center visits to be unofficial cat therapy stops.

Other posts you’ll enjoy:

• Happy Purrs and Paws Therapy Cat Visit
• Therapy Cat Magic Is in the Simple Things
• A Nice Therapy Cat Visit