The person she kept thinking about instead was Dana.
Dana sat two desks over. They grabbed lunch together most Fridays, and half the time the conversation turned to their cats before they'd even ordered. Dana had two — both rescues, both deeply loved.
About eight months before that morning, Dana had started showing Jessica pictures at lunch.
Her cat's coat. Little patches where the fur had thinned. Then, a few weeks later, where it had gone completely.
"She's been licking herself a lot," Dana had said, turning her phone so Jessica could see. "I'm a bit worried, honestly."
She'd said it the way you say things in an office — measured, not dramatic. The way you talk about something that's scaring you when you don't want anyone to see that it's scaring you.
Dana had tried things. She'd found something on a forum — one of those threads where someone claims their cat had the same issue and swears by a specific home remedy.
Dana had tried it. Then she'd tried another one. Then she'd bought a supplement someone recommended in a Facebook comment.
"I think it's helping," she'd say some weeks. Then the next Friday she'd be quiet about it.
She took the cat to the vet twice. They said it was probably stress or allergies. They gave her some cream.
The licking didn't stop.
Dana kept saying she was a bit worried. She kept saying she thought it would probably sort itself out.
She'd read that some cats just go through phases.
Then one Monday, Dana didn't come in.
Or Tuesday.
When she came back on Wednesday she sat down at her desk, opened her laptop, and didn't say anything for most of the morning.
Jessica brought her a coffee without being asked.
Dana looked at her and said quietly: "She didn't make it."
They didn't talk much about it after that. But later — weeks later — Dana said the thing that stayed with Jessica long after everything else faded.
"I just thought it would get better on its own. I kept waiting."
Jessica thought about that sentence on the drive home. She didn't know for certain that Nala had the same thing — Dana's cat had been older, a different breed. Maybe it was completely unrelated.
But the licking. The bald patches appearing one by one. The vet visits that led nowhere.
The more she sat with it, the harder it was to tell herself the situations were different.
She wasn't going to find out the hard way.