Neville and I had come to visit Aunt Di in 1996 from our very rural home in Botswana. Slightly nervous about the big city, we ventured out with a full agenda.
I had a cold that got progressively worse, so I eventually gave up and went back to the Loft to rest. Because Di was, well, Di, I was a little embarrassed to be such a wimp as I sheepishly got into the guest bed.
Di peeked her head into the room: “Dahling, would you like a cat?”
Yes, yes, I very much would. So she loaned me Festus, her very best snuggler, and he nursed me back to health.
She let me know that besides his healing abilities, he was an intellectual “triumph.”