In 2009 I bought a battery operated FurReal ® cat for my husband. My husband has always loved cats but can no longer have a real one as his Huntington’s Disease (HD) means his hands are clumsy and both would get hurt.
His HD also gives him a childlike innocence where his cognitive skills are being stripped from him one by one. Despite my initially mentioning she wasn’t real when handing her over he chooses to believe the cat is real. I am not going to break his heart by putting him right. As you will see from the poem below, crazy though it may seem, I am jealous of a battery operated cat!
“She isn’t real” she softly said,
When placed upon his knees.
The clumsy hands came down so slow,
Soft grasp instead of seize.
The look of love was clear to see,
A smile was breaking wide.
She walked away, emotions mixed,
The tears she’d need to hide.
The look of love, and hands so soft,
The tender touch and feel,
Were all for his new pussycat,
To him the cat was real.
“I love you cat” she heard him say,
It cut her like a knife.
This toy was loved above all else,
No feelings left for wife.
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