Therapy Cat Corner
Welcome to all things Therapy Cat. Now you might be wondering who or what exactly is this Therapy Cat. Well, that is a very sweet story.
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Me: I'm trying to do things. Do you mind?
Therapy Cat: No, not at all.
Me: You're in my way.
Therapy Cat: And?
Me: Please move.
Therapy Cat: No, Karen. I'm comfortable.
Me: Stop calling me Karen. That's not my name.
Therapy Cat: Whatever you say, Karen.
Therapy Cat: Knocks random objects on the floor
Me: Why are you knocking shit on the floor? Don't do that.
Therapy Cat: I'm doing it.
Me: We don't do that here.
Therapy Cat: **Knocks piece of paper on the floor, jumps down, starts eating it.**
Me: Can you please stop walking around my cup. You're getting cat hair in my coffee.
Therapy Cat: You're paying more attention to your coffee than me.
Me: I'm sorry. Come here.
Therapy Cat: **full body shake**
Therapy Cat: Enjoy your coffee, Karen.
Therapy Cat: **walks off**
Therapy Cat: We need to talk.
Me: About what?
Therapy Cat: I heard you want to get a dog.
Me: Maybe. Why, does that bother you? Hey, is this why you've been doing wind sprints up and down the hallway in the middle of the night and knocking things off the table?
Therapy Cat: Maybe. Pets are a big responsibility. Does it bother you when I make noise in the middle of the night?
Me: Yes. Are you going to stop?
Therapy Cat: You know what's more annoying than me making noise all night?
Therapy Cat: Having to walk a dog. It's going to be cold soon.
Me: What's your point?
Therapy Cat: Three words, Karen... I poop inside.
Me. Touche', Therapy Cat.
Me: You're on my arms. Can you move please?
Therapy Cat: No.
Me: Please? I'm trying to write and you are literally on my arms. I can't even see the computer.
Therapy Cat: Yeah, and?
Me: I sat here for three hours doing nothing earlier. Why didn't you come over here then.
Therapy Cat: Didn't want to. Want to now.
Me: You're the reason I'm in therapy.
Therapy Cat: I know.
Therapy Cat: **Happily snores**
I first met Therapy Cat in September of 2018. The parents of a very good friend of mine had several feral cats which they had taken in and socialized so they could become pets. They were all taken to a vet, given their shots, spayed or neutered, and were very well taken care of. They basically lived in a kitty kingdom being allowed to roam outside in a fixed up catopia area. Plus they could go inside, where they quickly became adjusted to human contact.
There was one cat in particular that was quite affectionate. She was a beautiful Snowshoe Siamese, about two years old. Except something was very strange about her. She made grunting noises and snorted as she breathed. When I asked what was wrong with her, I was told that this little cat had a chronic disability - a cleft palate. Though it caused her no problems eating or drinking, it did cause her some breathing problems, but only in the sense that she made funny noises. She was very healthy otherwise, quite loving and playful, and if you listened closely through the grunting, you could hear her little motor purring contently as you pet her.
I was going through a particularly difficult time in my life when I met this sweet little cat and my friend and her parents thought it best that I get a pet - a therapy pet, and they offered me her. I wasn't even sure I wanted a pet because my life was really quite chaotic at the time. I was moving around a lot so I wasn't exactly sure where I was going to be living. I had also recently had to leave my beloved dog, Loki, so I wasn't sure if I wanted to open my heart to another animal. I decided I should at least visit with this cat a couple of times. Every time I did, she came right up to me and let me pet her and love on her as if she had known me forever. Apparently, she had already decided she wanted to be my therapy cat - how could I say no?
Once I had her with me I quickly learned all about her funny little noises. She grunts when she wants attention, she breathes hard and loud when she's playing, she snores when she sleeps, and she gives herself the loudest slurpy baths I have ever heard. Despite all of that, she is a happy, silly little cat that quickly stole my heart. She's not my Loki, but she does follow me around like a dog. She comes when I call her name (yes, she has an actual name, not just Therapy Cat.) She greets me when I come home, even scolding me for being away too long. She gets her exercise doing wind sprints up and down the hallway at 4am and darting out of the litter box at warp speed, only to slip and slide her way through the rest of the house, occasionally landing into the wall. We have daily conversations and she refers to me as "Karen" when she's feeling a little snarky.
She's not really a certified emotional support animal or true "therapy" pet, but she helps me feel better in some way every day. She makes me smile, she's mine, and I love her. And that's the story of how this chronically disabled girl found her chronically disabled therapy cat.
The Story of Therapy Cat
She answers all her own mail.
I absolutely love animals! Therapy animals have become super popular lately, and for good reason. Did you know...
The use of therapy animals dates all the way back to WWII. Dogs used to visit with recovering soldiers to boost their mood and help them recover from injuries. People with PTSD, Anxiety, Depression and other mental illnesses can benefit from therapy animals in so many ways. Animals can actually reduce anxiety, tension and stress hormones. Petting an animal even lowers your blood pressure and heart rate. Animals also help you feel less isolated and alone.
What's more, studies have shown that petting an animal can even lower your rusk of a heart attack, seizures, and strokes. There are even specially trained dogs that can interrupt potentially harmful behavior in those with certain mental illnesses or disabilities. For example, the dogs will wake their person up if they sense their person is having a PTSD nightmare, they can use their weight to calm their person during a panic attack, or simply alert their person of a subconscious habit they need to break. Some dogs are even trained to warn their person to oncoming seizures before they happen. Other dogs can also alert their diabetic person to blood sugar level changes before they become too dangerous. Animals are amazing, whether they are specifically trained for these special abilities, bought at a fancy pet store, rescued from a shelter, or even found on the street. If I could, I would have ALL the animals! Send me a message and tell me about your therapy animal, or just your pet. I would love to hear all about them!
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