Not quite the plan

on finding my groove as a 30 something single girl and caregiver for mom with dementia

My brilliant cat.


Mom was never a cat person.  Wait, revise that.  Mom was never an animal person.  She grew up on a farm where animals were outside not inside.  My father loved cats so we had them growing up and all through high school with Mom’s clear position being that once my sister’s cat from junior high died, that there would be not more cats in her house.  It did not help that my sister’s cat occasionally pushed over valuable breakable items around the house.

When Mom moved in with me, that rule had to be revisited since I was not about to give away my cat.  I have had her for 8 years now and though she’s a bit annoying at times, the cat is a part of my life.  So, Mom and cat had to get used to each other.

A few months ago, Mom informed me that my cat was her best friend.  It was a bittersweet moment since it showed Mom’s lessening comfort interacting with people, but it was lovely that she has come to really like having the cat around.  My cat does provides some good company since she is affectionate and extremely vocal.  Mom tends to feel that they are in regular conversation, since the cat meows so much!  Even with Mom’s limited cognition, my cat clearly communicates her needs for food and water by wildly meowing and running to her bowl. Her persistence pays off and one of Mom’s sole remaining jobs around the house is pet food duty.

Mom has come to believe that my cat is brilliantly intelligent, which I suspect is partly a reflection of Mom comparing my cat’s functioning level to her own.  The cat however thinks quite highly of herself and I suspect appreciates that someone finally understands how amazing she is.  The cat has certainly been a winner in our new family set up.


Author: notquitetheplan

I am a mid-30s single girl, trying to climb the ladder, get a date... and make sure Mom takes her meds. It's not where I expected to be. But it's where I am and this blog is about embracing that.

4 thoughts on “My brilliant cat.

  1. This is very sweet. It sounds like your cat and your mother provide each other with a special friendship.

  2. Fabulous sentiments; great writing; a pleasure to read.

  3. Ha ha I did laugh “which I suspect is partly a reflection of Mom comparing my cat’s functioning level to her own.” I know my cat is supremely intelligent and can understand every word she meows (she has different sounds for different meanings). She is also very loving and gravitates to people who are unwell. I am now expecting that as my dementia gets worse my cat will get more intelligent 😉

  4. As the owner (?) of a very smart kitty myself, I love this story!

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