Yesterday, May 26, 2013, I officially entered the ranks of Home Health Care Patient, so I guess I should not be surprised at any preconceptions, assumptions, or potential problems that the representative Visiting Nurse might raise. I'm sure they see everything in their line of work. But still, I was taken somewhat aback when the first question she asked after introducing herself was, "How many cats do you have?" Maybe's litter box is far removed from the interior of the house, and is diligently emptied on a daily basis, so there couldn't have been an odor. Did I just seem to be a cat hoarder, I wondered. "I saw the figure of a cat slip from one room to another down the hallway," she added, waiting for my answer.
Maybe had, uncharacteristically, gone into a furtive, slinking mode, not easy for an animal of her weight and girth. She weighs under 20 lbs. still, and is endowed with a great amount of fur. Ordinarily, she is at the door when she hears someone approaching, and then plops herself front and center on the floor. But not this day; this day she was actually slinking and trying to hide. I thought about going for the comic relief and answering that I had 45 cats, but thought better of it and told the truth. Even the thought of my house harboring dozens of semi-feral cats skulking and slinking through its various rooms was too much for me. Besides, who needs Social Services dispatching an animal abuse team to my house?
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