Well sort of. MIL is 99 years old, in a nursing home and confined to bed. He visited her a couple of years ago and she loved him but he hasn’t been back as she sleeps more and more and I didn’t want to put him in his box only to find her asleep.
When we visited yesterday MIL was was saying how one day is the same as the next so I decided Harry is going to be a therapy cat. I’ve cleared it with the Home and they think it’s a great idea. I’ll shut the door and hold him when he’s out of his box.
Now bear in mind this is accident prone, grumpy Harry, there’s nothing that can go wrong is there? At least he can’t bite anyone...