Tuxedo was my feline caregiver when I was sick--with Carlos being my human nurse. He was sit at my side, or rather, he would sit on me, leading me to think he was one of those Death Cats, waiting for me to, ahem crossover. Now, I know that all he wanted was for his Daddy to get better.
And I am getting better.
So, when Tux needed a little pampering, well, he got it. He curled up in a afghan my mother made for me, and napped, while I periodically checked on him, and brought him, snacks, and sat on him, well, by his side.