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Thursday, April 3, 2014

Feline?


It is fair to deduce that since my job is in-home case management, it involves me, in homes, managing. I’ve given a friendly head pat to I don’t know how many dogs in I don’t know how many houses. 


A universal response is canine rummaging in my bag. Since my office has to be portable, I end up with an oversized tote bag housing folders, handouts, forms, application and typically a bunch of flotsam and jetsam from prior bags. I don’t know what is so enticing, but evidently something in there requires further examination. 


I do have a pet prejudice.  I am  not really interested in tropical birds, turtles, fish, lizards, hamsters, gerbils, guinea pigs, ferrets, chinchillas, rats, mice, frogs, sugar gliders or God forbid, snakes. (OK I’m wrong on one count, sugar gliders have got be the cutest animals ever!) 




I am also not a big fan of kitties.  Contact with a cat involves swollen eyes and hives so I try to keep my distance.  But, that aside, no enthusiastic tail wag or expression of adoration. Typically just distain and contempt  and believe me I get plenty of that without feline help. 




In the event of an intruder, a puppy, even a small puppy, will do some barking.  Cat? More of the amble away and good luck to you,  sort of a relationship. 





To be fair, I do have a cat tale of crisis prevention. My friend and her little kids, lived in a row home with a little yard. Her husband was gone on a military thing for the summer and late one night, the family cat started hissing at the sliding door leading out to the back yard. My friend, thinking it was a squirrel or another cat, flipped the outdoor light on. Not a cat or squirrel but a guy a few feet away from the door. Fortunately she startled him and he ran off. I don't think I would have slept for a month. 

My sister, when she was little, had difficulty making the “k” sound.  It was more of a “sh”.  She was  also pretty enthusiastic about cats.  So accompanying a cat sighting would be a volley of, “Shitty! Shitty!  Shitty Shat!”


Now, my sister is fairly anti pet because of the accompanying bathroom necessities and animal hair.  Several years ago, she reluctantly adopted a little stray kitten.  And by adopted I mean made a bed for her in the garage, provided food and did the routine trips to the vet. Her son’s summary of pet ownership, 'My family has had the same cat for almost six years and we still call her "The Cat.” 








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