a good while

 The cat is systematic, it would eat first and then go to its box full of cat litter. In the morning, at seven, open the door for the cat. She refuses to leave. Open one of the small containers of cat food and put a portion of it on a plate.
The cat eats.
Go to the door, hold it open.
The cat leaves in a hurry.
She will be back later, rather sooner than later.

Make the breakfast for this human.

Go out to the shops and buy two bags of cat litter.

Later.

The cold is everywhere, there is no real protection from it. The body is weakened with some infection, and the cold is even worse. Lean against a radiator, claiming as much of its heat for the old body as possible.

Go out to the car and drive to the doctors practice. It takes the assistant there five minutes to update the card with the prescription. Return home, start to feel uncomfortably cold again. Let the cat into the shop, she jumps onto the human knees and purrs loudly. Stroke her gently, the sound of her purring changes.

Start to feel really unwell. Decide to go out to get the prescription. There is the thought then that an oriental soup from Thailand would be pleasant. The Thai shop has moved, but it still has the same people running it. The new place is very much smarter than the old one, but it has less charm.

After the soup feel much better. Perhaps it was just a feeling of hunger, misinterpreted. Afterwards, go to the cafe, and after the cake is finished, and the coffee in the cup has cooled, the librarian turns up.

Chat with him for a while, and then empty the ice cold coffee cup with a final sip.

At home, the cat is waiting. Let her in, and give her another corner of the her food.
She jumps up and lets herself be stroked.

After all of that sit down and think about things for a good while.