I tried to remind her who I really am, but it just wasn’t working so rather than confusing her more than she already was, I just went along with it.
Her questions had more to do with my (Caroline’s/Thelma’s) pet/pets than anything else.
Lois: “How is your cat doing, Caroline? You know, the one that sleeps all the time?”
Me: “Oh he’s doing great!”
Lois: “What was his name again?”
Me: “Um…(reading cat food bag)…Frisky.”
Lois laughed: “Frisky is a funny name for a cat who sleeps all the time.”
Me: “Yeah haha I guess you’re right.”
Lois: “How old is he now?”
Me: “Um…he’s around 10 or so?”
Lois laughed: “Oh no! He’s gotta be much older than that! I’m surprised that he’s even still alive! Are you sure he’s not dead?”
Me: “Well now that you mention it, he is sleeping even more than usual…I guess I’d better check to make sure he’s breathing when I get home.”
Lois: “Yeah you’d better check because pretty soon he’ll really start stinking up the place!”