I really didn't feel very good today (hormones and homesickness
combined...) and when I tried to give Silver her eyedrops she fought
me so hard that I ended up letting her go because I was afraid I was
going to hurt her if I kept on trying, then sitting in the big
armchair feeling incredibly sad and hopeless and like a total failure
as a Meowmie... she must have sensed something was up because she came
and jumped up on my lap (despite the terrible treatment and her
previous claims that she'd never talk to me again) and purring on my
shoulder. She kept standing up on my tummy and putting her nose right
up to mine to see if I was feeling better. When I started petting her
she decided her job was done and she jumped down and ran away again...

then Scout took over. I lay down on the bed to sleep it off and Scout
decided that that wasn't the best thing for me to do. She came and lay
down beside me for a few minutes, then she put her nose in my face and
trilled at me. When I didn't respond appropriately she reached over
and gently bit my arm! Then she repeated the process twice more until
I was a bit more animated in my response (OW!) and I got up to and
fetched the feather-on-a-stick to play with her... I played for about
half an hour and then I had a real nap and woke up feeling better.

I'm not sure either of them has quite what it takes to be a therapy
cat... but at least they care in their own feline way :)