She had three Cats that were one or one Cat that was three. Each one had a different name depending on the moment. And each one was introduced and reintroduced as many times as necessary. Confused? Maybe. But it really didn’t matter because at the end of the day the most important thing was that every Cat was loved. Alzheimer’s was the demon, but for this woman and for her Cat(s), it didn’t matter. Alzheimer’s wasn’t who she was; who she was was a kind and wonderful soul who loved Cat(s). At least that’s how she looked at it. And who were we to think differently?

She was part of that generation that was proud, always was and always will be. Alzheimer’s couldn’t snatch that away. But every now and then they needed a smidgen of help, so the call came to The Pongo Fund and we happily delivered food, litter and lots of purrs. The caregiver knew what was going on, even better, we’re pretty sure the Cat(s) knew what was going on too, but why mess with a good thing?

Being there for One Cat or Three, whenever we can.

And this is why we Pongo.

Sit. Stay. Eat. Live. thepongofund.org

(For privacy, photo is stock image and NOT the woman mentioned)