How old are you?
Old enough to buy you a drink OK just kidding, I think I’m around 4 or 5.
Where did your name come from?
Daddy loves craft beers (he even brews his own), and Pliny the Elder from the Russian River Brewery is one of his favorites. I’ve never tasted it, but it’s supposed to be super yummy.
How did you find your forever home?
Last summer Mommy & Daddy visited a 1,000-cat sanctuary called Cat House On the Kings (cathouseonthekings.com) looking for another black cat to join their family. They spent hours walking around the 12-acre facility meeting, like, a hundred black cats. Towards the end of the day Mommy found me napping on the grass between a couple of other cats. She picked me up, which bugged me at first because I was sleeping comfortably, but then I decided to purr and cuddle up in her arms as she sat down. Then she passed me over to Daddy so I nuzzled in to his neck. The rest is history.
How did you become a therapy cat?
Mommy said she was googling around for cat-related volunteering opportunities, and then she stumbled upon some websites about pet-assisted therapy services. She thought I’d kick butt at it, so she decided to apply and see where it goes. I passed the evaluations with flying colors and in May I became a therapy cat for Furry Friends Pet Assisted Therapy Services (furryfriends.org). They’re a fantabulous organization, by the way.
How often to do you visits?
6 times a month for now. Twice a month at two nursing & rehab care centers, once at a center for teens with eating disorders, and once at an elementary school library.
What is your favorite part about being a therapy cat?
Helping people realize that black cats can be just as lovable as any other cat. Also, I have to admit it’s pretty cool when people (and doggies) get ecstatic when they see me.
What would you like to say to other cats who want to be therapy cats?
It’s sweet-tastic. If you like sitting on laps & getting pet by people you should totally do it. You can rockstar it up like no other.
Has anyone been scared of you because you are a black cat?
Maybe not scared, but there was this one lady who said my name should be “Satan” because I’m black and told Mommy that I’ll bring her trouble. I played it cool and classy though ‘ ’cause that’s how I roll.
Do you live with any fursiblings?
Yeah. They’re all girls. I’m the only boy. Pinot, a brown torby, was adopted from the Nine Lives Foundation (ninelivesfoundation.org). Pisco, who’s black like me, was adopted from another family via a Craigslist ad. Yup, my parents love their booze. And we just added a new black kitty, also from the Nine Lives Foundation, but she doesn’t have a name yet.
Feel free to come by my Facebook page to post a name suggestion.
Is there anything else you would like to add about yourself or your family?
Adopt black kitties, they’re the cuddliest. And vote for Pliny for president. If I get elected I’ll get free beers for all cats.
Author’s Note: Many thanks to Pliny and his family for letting me ask the questions. You can visit Pliny and catch up on his adventures on his Facebook page Pliny the Therapy Cat. Photos were used with permission.
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