"Savita?!... Savitaaaaaaa..... here kitty!" My mom called her cat yesterday.
Savita the cat has been with us since she was a little kitten. A feisty black cat; I adopted her from a vet. No one wanted Savita because she scratched. She didn't like human hands and definitely will not tolerate any hand touching her to this day.
Feet? Now feet are OK. She will let you rub her with your foot.
I worried about my mom missing her cat.
Years ago I purchased a toy black kitten; it looked like Savita. I sent it home with Brian as a joke so that he didn't miss Savita during the week.
The day after my mom was admitted to the nursing home, I thought of the stuffed black cat. Maybe she'd like it if I could find it; maybe it would be a good stand in for the real Savita? We searched the house and found it.
|It worked! Ma believes she has her cat Savita with her.|
|Savita makes her way around the home... we never know where we will find her.|