For Alzheimer's, dementia's grief -
They look alive, sport real fur,
And when being scratched, they purr...
It's not clear, if the patients feel
The cats are toys, and not for real,
But – like a placebo – one's not sure,
Who cares, if it provides a cure?...
For ravages of a damaged mind,
The cats are there, serene and kind.
They need no food, no place “to go”
The patients do not need to know.
They love their cats, and in return
The robots, programmed to show concern,
Respond, when certain sounds are there,
To roll their eyes, and meow, to show they care...