I got to visit a new (to me) facility today. It’s an assisted living for seniors with Alzheimers and dementia. It took my human a while to find an open slot to sign up for a visit — since they only have one therapy team at a time, they fill up fast. It was a very different experience from what I’m used to.
There were two buildings, and they were in a residential area. The employee in charge of the therapy pet program met us in the lobby and brought us back to a big room. It was kind of like a living room with couches and a TV, and full of elderly people. Some of them were sitting on the couches, and some were in wheelchairs. Lots of them were happy to see me and petted me, but others were either asleep or not really aware of what was going on.
I was a little confused and unsure of myself because the room was noisy with the TV turned up, and I didn’t know who to approach or what to do. My human helped me lots by giving me treats and leading me to people. She also had me sit and do tricks, because that always grounds me. Other than the staff, the youngest person there was a man who was visiting his mother. I got to visit with the mother a little bit.
The employee said that not everyone wanted to be in the big room, and that some of them preferred to stay in their own living quarters. She thought one woman in particular might benefit from my visit. So we went to her room, and she did want to see me. We came in and I had a lovely time with her! I got to show her my tricks and jump on the bed and make happy paws. I purred lots for her. She talked about the cats she used to have at her house. She seemed to think that they were still at the house. I don’t know if that was true or not, but she liked to remember them.
The next building we went to housed people whose dementia was milder. It was the same sort of thing — we went to a big living room area with a lot of people and I visited with whoever wanted to see me. One lady talked about the boxers and Saint Bernard she used to have. In fact, she told us about them twice. A lot of the people were like that — they would tell you a story, and then tell it over again. I got petted a lot by one lady in particular, and there were a couple of men whose faces really lit up when they saw me.
The employee thought I did really well, and she liked that I walked on my leash much of the time. The hard part for me was visiting the people in wheelchairs. I’m not really a lap cat. I like to sit next to people, not on them, so my human had to hold me for them to pet. I had a much easier time visiting people who were on the couch. I’ll get it figured out eventually, though. My human already scheduled another visit for me, right after Thanksgiving. That was the soonest time slot they had!
We had a rare rainy day here yesterday! In fact, there was even a thunderstorm. After the rain stopped, some nice, cool light filtered in through the glass doors. My human thought this would be a good spot for some photos.
I also figured this would be a good time to take some selfies! I’d had such a busy week, I’d almost forgotten about them.
So I grabbed the iPhone and got shooting!
I was too impatient the first time, and it wound up being totally off center.
The second one turned out nice! I still hope my sun puddles come back today.
If you aren’t on Instagram, you missed my post a few days ago to honor John Lennon’s 78th birthday. My human got me these glasses a few weeks ago, and they were perfect for a Lennon tribute. She also has some others on order, one rose colored (to suit my personality), and clear (for a photo shoot we may be doing in the near future). Anyhow, it took her a few photos to get the shot above for my Instagram post. But some of the others were kind of interesting too.
This photo wasn’t very Lennon-esque. I was busy watching birdies and not paying attention to the camera.
When the light hit my glasses a certain way, you could see my eyes through the lens. I’m not sure what kind of birdie I saw but it must have been pretty impressive!
This photo turned out really cute too, if not terribly John Lennon-like. I actually don’t mind wearing glasses. I think I will have more fun with them in the future.
I got to go to PetSmart with my human! Our nearest PetSmart is a little farther than the other stores, so we don’t visit it as often. But my human wanted to check out the costumes there. Sometimes they have better ones than the other stores.
First I got to walk around on my leash. A gray-haired lady saw me, and she said, “Oh! It’s a portable kitty!” And you know what? That is pretty much what I am, even though I never thought of it that way before.
Of course I also got to check out the cat trees. There were a lot of them to try!
I love getting on the very top of the cat trees! I get to have a vantage point of the store that my human will never have.
The costume section turned out to be a little disappointing. I think all the good costumes had already been picked through. Still, I found a couple of things to wear.
Eventually we went to check out. It took a while because I had to get petted by some shoppers. Checkout here kind of reminds me of TSA at the airport, except I get to walk on the moving belt here. For the record, I love going through TSA. I get lots of attention and admiration when I’m there.
My human told the guy at the register that I was already paid for. She had to pay for everything else, though!
We have so many house scratchers here, I could probably make a killing flipping them. But my human couldn’t resist bringing home yet another one. I mean, look at the photo on the box — it’s a totally cool haunted house!
With all the detail, it’s no surprise that it has a lot of extra parts for assembly. I wasn’t sure my human would be able to put it together! I made sure she stuck to the instructions.
Of course, I was a really big help!
I made sure all the pieces were in the right place, and that it was in working order.
That included the toy that was attached to the side of the house.
Here it is, all done! And my human didn’t even mess up once! Do you think this house is really haunted?
Uh-oh — I think it is about to be haunted!
It looks like La Suegra has been raiding the liquor cabinet.
While I was busy entertaining spectators, a couple of kittens who are distantly related to me were competing in the cat show this weekend. We have the same grandfather, I think.
You’ve actually met Chase before, and his brother Obi. They were at the South Gate show last July. That was their first cat show, and they’ve both grown! They are bigger than I am and almost ready for the adult class. As before, my human handled Chase and took him to the rings. He’s a very nice, easy going boy, and my human had lots of fun with him. Usually, the handler carries a toy to keep the cat or kitten distracted and his energy up. My human let Chase pick his own toy each time… and he did!
It’s a good thing Chase is so easy going — in a few days, he’s going to a new home overseas! And while Obi is staying with my breeder, he is going to be doing some international shows over the next few weeks because he has a chance at getting a good win for his season as a kitten. Getting placed in a judging ring right next to a noisy restroom actually helps both of them become acclimated to loud noises, like they might encounter at an airport.
Chase hasn’t been shown since South Gate, so he needed to get his show legs back… that didn’t take him very long.
Obi has done quite a few shows over the past couple of months, and he is already a pro.
That didn’t mean he was always guaranteed to earn Best Somali Kitten over Chase. Chase’s sweetness, charm and good looks won over a couple of the judges, who gave him Best Somali Kitten.
Chase wound up having a lot of fun… and causing a little trouble!
Anytime someone was near him in the judging ring, he’d put out his paw ask for attention, and some playtime.
The enclosure he was sharing with his brother had a small hole. I’m not sure what it was really for, but he thought it was for reaching out and stealing food. Obi learned about it too, and started using it to grab for toys.
Obi really impressed this judge.
Sometimes the judges do weird things to us kitties! Nothing throws Obi, though, and he wound up being Best Kitten over all the other kittens in that particular ring.
Overall, Obi got three finals, including the one in which he was Best. This was a very competitive show, so he did good!
Although Chase didn’t bring home any ribbons, he still had a great time and a good show. And he proved that he was a happy boy and open to lots of new things. So he is ready for his journey!
I had a busy weekend as a Pet Me Cat at the cat show in Ontario! It was two days, and I worked both days.
This show is held in the gymnasium of a middle school. That explains the sign in the background. My human found the placement hilarious.
I felt like a real celeb-kitty at this weekend’s cat show. I guess I always am at these shows, but I feel like I’m really hitting my stride now. Maybe it’s the wardrobe my human brought for me to wear. My outfits were pretty attention-getting this time! There is also a new CFA coloring book that I got to hand out to children. Well, my human did the handing out for me. I was too busy posing.
I got to wear my fabulous tulle dress, along with several other wardrobe changes. People loved seeing how much I enjoyed wearing them.
I also got to do lots of my tricks.
Even though it is a smaller show, and it doesn’t draw a whole lot of spectators, I still got to entertain lots of people. A couple even recognized me from the last time I was there! I was pretty tired by the end of the second day… but it was that good kind of tired when you’ve spent the whole weekend having fun.
Stay tuned — a couple of my relatives (more distant than usual) competed, and I wanted to give them their own post. They were very busy too!
Binga got to have some outside time on Friday. My human keeps meaning to take her outside more. She is not getting any younger, and she enjoys being out in our yard. Between her getting over a UTI (and being sick from the antibiotics), and the weather cooling off a little, the time was finally right to put the harness and leash on her.
Even though she is 18, she had no problem jumping up to the concrete table and spending some time there.
She also enjoyed wandering around the yard.
That included trying to spy on the neighbors through the bushes.
Once she realized she was not going to be allowed to do whatever she wanted, she decided she’d had enough and wanted back in.
Don’t worry, I got some outside time too, once Binga was done with hers.