My cat Myrtille (who is now not with us any longer) was just a tiny kitten when I had my first back surgery. She and her foster sister Tzigane (also no longer with us) took turns doing "nurse" duty, even though they were tiny babies. Myrtille was the day nurse and Tzigane was the night nurse, but I almost always had a kitten on the bed with me. They do know.
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