Mom's kitty lives with me now, and has adjusted to a household full of dogs. She climbs her tall platform when the dogs come in, and sits up there like a queen, acting content and satisfied that she is safe and it bugs them so much that she is.
Late at night, after I have put the dogs out, kitty sits on the back of the couch and reaches to touch my shoulder. She purrs while I hold her.
Mom said many times how much she loved her kitty and wondered how she got so lucky to get such a cat.
.Taking good care of kitty seems like the last thing I can do for my Mother.