[pbmaltzman]

My mother used to have this big, tough orange tabby Tom named Joshua, but he was her "little baby." When she was in her recliner, feeling awful from getting her chemo, Josh would jump up into her lap, and then lay on her chest, placing a paw on either side of her neck, hugging her, and bury his head under her chin, nuzzling her. She had to keep a towel on her neck because he'd just open up the "drool spigots" and lay there, comforting her for hours at a time.

What a dear cat! That sounds cute, except for the part about your mom having to have chemo.

[MarkL]

What a dear cat! That sounds cute, except for the part about your mom having to have chemo.

Thanks. I have no doubt that G-d sent Josh to be a comfort for her. He was inconsolable when she finally didn't return from a trip to the hospital. He missed "his mommy" and eventually ran away.

Mark