I had a lot of nice visits with hospital patients during yesterday’s therapy cat rounds. My human and I were the only team, so I got to walk on my leash part of the time. It was kind of noisy, though — some guy on a big machine was cleaning the floors. So whenever my human heard him, she’d put me back in my pouch carrier. If we had to walk past him, she covered my ears. She knows that kitty ears are way more sensitive than a human’s.
One of the first people I saw was an older lady who was so happy to see me! She has a dog and cat at home that are being cared for while she is busy getting well. I got to lie down next to her and do my healing purrs and happy paws. I usually do this a lot at this particular hospital, but this time, most of the patients were sitting up and I couldn’t curl up next to them. This lady was one of the few who was lying down.
There was a whole family visiting a patient in another room, and they were very happy to see me! The older lady was the patient, and I imagine at least one of the others was a grown-up child of hers, and the baby was probably her granddaughter. The patient was very nice and enjoyed me, but the family had the most fun with me. One woman asked my human a bunch of questions about me and everyone admired my fur. When my human said I was good with children, they brought the baby over to touch me. That was nice. The baby was sweet and not too grabby, and the family was careful to make sure she didn’t harm me in any way. I don’t think she would have. She was a gentle little thing who smiled a lot.
The most unusual visit I had was with a young man with crazy hair that sprung out all over his head. He was really excited to see me, and he asked my human if I was a certain kind of breed. When she told him I’m a Somali, he said, “Really? I’m a Somali too!” My human had to explain that I wasn’t really from Somalia, but that we are called Somali because we were developed from the Abyssinian breed. Of course, that didn’t matter, and he had lots of fun visiting with me. When my human took a photo of of the two of us, he tied a bandana around his head to control his wild hair.
Towards the end of our visit, he said that he was new to Los Angeles, and that once he got out of the hospital, he wanted to adopt a kitten. He asked my human where to look. She said, “Honestly, there are lots of no-kill shelters around, but I always recommend adopting from a city shelter. That way, you are literally saving a life.” She told him where the closest one was, which happens to be the one where my human and her boyfriend got Binga in 2000.
It was an awesome therapy cat visit.
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