Last month, me and my one assisted living client with disabilities were talking about her sister's cat, and she said that one day she was in the bathroom and had wheeled up to the sink to go wash her hands, and after she had hauled herself up and had washed her hands and was going to go sit down again, there her sister's cat was, just sitting on the wheelchair that she had just gotten out of.
"All right, if that's what you want!", she said she said, and she said she sat down again but on the lip of the wheelchair seat, with the cat sitting behind her in the little area between her back and the back of the wheelchair.
"How did he get out?", I was like, and she said that at some point when she was wheeling around he just hopped out over one of the armrests.
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