My human thought we had this week’s therapy cat visit at the children’s hospital scheduled for Wednesday. Well, it turned out to be Monday and she found out less than an hour before we were supposed to be there. Somehow she managed to get things together, even though she had to get me up out of my morning nap to get me ready.

And it was so worth the rush! We had a great time there visiting with the kids and parents and even some staff. The first boy I saw playing in the lobby area was 12 years old, like me. His mom liked me a lot too. Then when my human set me on a table, she could tell I really wanted to jump on the sofa next to another boy instead. She asked the boy’s dad if it was okay, and he said yes, so I did.

The last family I visited with was a little girl with both her parents. Her dad asked a lot about therapy pet work. He thought his dog would be great because he loved people so much. The funny thing was, his dog totally wouldn’t be able to do it because he was hyper and not that well trained. Which he figured out after chatting with my human for a while. But she suggested that maybe when the dog was older and calmer, he might be able to give it a try. He really did love his dog.

The exam rooms had a bunch of different patients. An older teen boy with a Dodgers wristband was in the first room. The older boys are the least likely to want a visit from me, but most of them, like this one, did on this day. The next room had a little toddler with a sunny smile and he happily petted me. He even learned how to do it the right way. He wasn’t even the patient — his tween brother was, and he enjoyed me too.

One visit was especially fun. It was a mom and an older teen boy. The moment the mom saw my human and I her face lit up and she said hello like she knew us. She looked familiar to my human too. It turned out that she volunteers at the hospital on one of the days we usually visit. So they got to chat a lot while I visited with the boy.

The last kids I saw were a young brother and sister who were in the same play area that my 12-year-old friend had been in. The boy had his arm in a sling, but it didn’t stop him from petting me. He asked what was wrong with me. Apparently, he mistook my vest for a sling like the one he was wearing! So my human and his mom explained that it was my uniform and I was working. And honestly, it’s one of the best ever jobs I can think of having.