I’m trying to collect a number of photos and videos for the rescue’s social media so we can do “Is it a trap?” guessing games. So far, 0/3 have been a trap, but I think my luck is running out.
Have a kitten in a fluffy bed. The rescue/café goes through color and pattern trends. Current fashion is black and white. We just got four kittens, the “Beans.” This is Garbanzo.
Grimly amused that my approach to diagnosing and repairing lab equipment is operative here. Hmm, a weird thing? Does it happen all the time? I’m not 100% sure what’s causing that. Let’s wait until it gets worse so I can be confident in the cause and move to repair.
Cafe kitty Jameson with a rainbow toy. He’s an older guy at the cafe, but he played like a kitten when we gave him one of these. After two days of heavy use, you can see it’s a bit dingy from all the affection.
Heavy cream on breakfast cereal (atop cereal and milk, not replacing the milk). Chocolate cereal is the best, but healthy ones might be the most perverse.
Also, all my loved ones with dementia were WAY nicer and more coherent/cooperative for strangers than for family. I figure it’s like putting your best foot forward socially as an adult or how kids behave better with non-parents. It feels awful and isolating, but it’s not you.
I don’t know whether this fits your mom, but very often, folks with dementia are unaware that they have it. It’s not denial or conscious refusal to share; it’s a symptom. Their brain just doesn’t process the diagnosis and fills in gaps and blanks with fiction. My mom never “knew.”
