My main concern was how my little angels were going to react to R2D2 and the tubing—all of those glorious yards of stringy things to play with—and whether Cleo, Queen of the Universe, was going to claim the perfectly cat-sized heating tray as her new throne. Much to my delight, the cats don’t really pay any attention to it. It’s like they know that it helps keep mommy alive, so they don’t mess with it. They’re so smart!
Typically, this is how set up goes most nights. I wash my hands and wear my mask. Since I am never permitted to be alone, they sit quietly in the room and watch the action. Nobody (including me) is licking the connections or touching them in any way. Even though the ceiling fan is running and/or windows are open, there doesn’t seem to be chunks of cat hair or debris flying around in the air. A year after beginning PD, I have yet to have any infections or complications, so I’m going to keep doing what I’m doing.