Good Day, God!
When my brother Dave flew in from California and went to see our mom in the hospital, she looked up at him, said “Hi” and then said, “Where’s my Cat? Can you bring her to me?”
My brother said that he couldn’t bring a cat into the hospital. Our mother said, “WHY NOT?” Dave explained that hospitals are for people, not cats. There was a short silence, then mom said: “Do they allow dogs?”
In recounting this to the nurse she said that they used to allow dogs to visit. We both said, “Please don’t tell Mom!”
Later my brother and I were talking about the growing presence of Service Dogs and I laughed and said that maybe we could make mom’s cat a small jacket that said “Service Cat.” Then we both roared. We love cats. But they are not Service Animals. Besides, as Dave added: We could never get a Service Cat jacket ON her.
In fact, we are cats’ Service Humans.
All that said, God, my mom’s cat, Katrina, has been a faithful companion. When mom goes to bed the cat jumps up to join her. And for some time the cat was trying to let me know that “something isn’t right” here. Sigh. We both knew that. But, I sure didn’t know what to do about it.
A few days ago a dear friend, Lois, came to help move out furniture and instantly bonded with Katrina. She told the cat, “You can come and live with me!” Dave said, “In the interest of full-disclosure I have to tell you that Katrina does not purr.” I laughed and said “Neither does Lois!” So, Katrina will be going to a Service Human who also has a Heart of Gold with a No Purr Exterior.
Thank you, God, for our dear families and friends — human and otherwise.