The LOL and The Cat

Being a volunteer companion to a little old lady, thoughts turn to one's own impending old age. At times, my friends and I have talked about queer-friendly or alt-culture rest homes. After peeking at the menus of some rest homes, and shuddering, I would like my alt-culture rest home to be a gourmet rest home.

I had my Little Old Lady over for dinner at my house tonight, mostly so that she could pet my cat. Northey was extraordinarily obliging, draping over her lap, head-bonking her to encourage further petting, and politely responding to being called "Jodie" (neither the cat nor I had the heart to correct this mishearing). Away from lessons at the Little Old Lady's computer, with a lapful of fur and purr, she unbent somewhat, and we talked about our families and bipolar people we have known and loved.