Oh, do keep us updated! There's just something about the presence of a pet that touches people who otherwise seem beyond reach.
When Aunt Bertha was in the nursing home and beginning to fail mentally, she told me a couple times when I visited that a cat had come in, and must have been hiding, but a little white cat had made her home there. It was all a hallucination, but it made her smile, so I didn't correct her.
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