Last month I worked two days in a row at the apartment of my one assisted living client with disabilities's, and on the first day I had to shred up a bunch of papers and then do general cleaning like sweeping.
Then, when I started the shift the next day, there was a few big strips of paper right out in the middle of the floor, so as soon as I saw them, I was all like, "WTF."
I had just started to wonder about that, too, and then I look up to the desk where I had left the box full of shredded paper, and right on there is a post-it note that says:
DON'T PANIC!
[my client's cat's name] Did NOT
climb up & get out
strips of paper!
I took a few out for
her. She loves to
play with them <3
. . .
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