Myrtle and Kitty

Just home from work. My shoulders and feet are sore. Busy day.
A couple church groups stopped in at work to spend time with the patients and they brought Easter candy for the staff. I hid the candy from the staff and passed it to my patients. .... it made them smile. :O)
I took care of one little lady named Myrtle. She was a depressed woman. Wouldn't get out of bed. Neglected her personal hygeine, and had essentially stopped eating. Her husband was dead. Her siblings were dead.....her parents, dead. She had no one, and her health was failing........she had no reason to go on....... a sad little woman........she had cat pictures on the wall near her bed, cat books on her bedside table, and a red sweater with a cat embroidered on the pocket.
One Saturday I snuck and brought my kitten to work. I went to Myrtles room and I laid the kitty in bed with her. It was the first time I saw Myrtle smile. :O)
I continued to bring kitty to work with me on the weekends. All week long Myrtle would inquirer "how's my baby?" and she'd want me to reassure her that kitty would be there each weekend to visit. Myrtle started bathing again, dressing each day, and her appetite improved. Saturday mornings she'd get out of bed earlier than usual, bathe, dress and put on lipstick all in preperation for her little visitor ...........and each Saturday morning I'd hand kitty over to Myrtle, like a new born baby......Myrtles face would lite up, her eyes would fill with tears, and she would smile. She'd take kitty and wrap her in the blanket. She'd kiss, rock, dote over and share her breakfast with Kitty. It was sweet.........was a good thing........and that's all. Happy Easter.