Because at some point you’re going to realise that you’re wasting energy hating her. That it wouldn’t matter if you were prettier, smarter, better in every conceivable way; he’d choose her. He’d choose her because he loves her. And that’s no more her fault than it is yours.
It’s important to listen to your clients, even if you’re confident you already know what they’re going to say.
Mrs S was an older lady who’s life revolved around her cat at the retirement village. She was no longer as mobile as she used to be and so her children had moved her into an assisted living facility. A nurse would come on a regular basis to help her with her medical concerns, a house keeper came twice a week to keep the house in order, and she would periodically catch a taxi to bring Tiddles to the vet.
Mrs S didn’t seem to have terribly much to do in her life other than watch Tiddles. She was aware of Tiddles’ every movement during the day, and even took him out for a short walk to the letter box on a lead each afternoon.
Tiddles did not approve of this. Despite my efforts I couldn’t convince Mrs S to stop.
Tiddles did not like coming to the vet, but put up with it in stoic fashion. He would sit on the table, legs curled up beneath him, tail thrashing madly. Mrs S would take a seat and leave me to examine her cat
single-handedly. While Tiddles flattened his ears and growled softly for his exam, Mrs S would tell me how much Tiddles must like me, oblivious to her cat’s body language and too deaf to hear his growls.
The first time I met Tiddles and Mrs S, she was in a bit of a tizz. She’d just been in hospital and the cat had been boarding at a cattery for a while. She was convinced the cat was sick from stress, and that this was the cattery owner’s fault.
“And I said Tiddles is going to need valium to get over the stress!” Mrs S explained, “And do you know what he said then?”
“No, what did he say?” I replied, carefully extracting one paw at a time from under Tiddles’ ample girth for a nail trim.
“He said I should be the one taking the valium!”
The visit was otherwise uneventful. Tiddles was overweight but not in bad shape, and I suggested his stress would be helped by not dragging him out on walks (she described it as dragging him along for his own good because she thought he needed to eat the grass) and and not letting the various people that came to her house to help her drag the cat out from under the furniture to lock him away .
Weeks pass before Mrs S brings Tiddles back to the vet for a checkup, though I’m not entirely sure why.
When I asked Mrs S what I could do for Tiddles today she proceeded to tell me everything the cat had done in the past several weeks, from the beginning when she’d picked the cat up from the cattery.
“And I said Tiddles is going to need valium to get over the stress!” Mrs S explained in a familiar tone, “And do you know what he said then?”
“…What did he say?” I asked cautiously,
“He said I should be the one taking the valium!” I took a moment to be relieved that Mrs S didn’t drive.
At her third visit Mrs S proceeded to tell me the entire story again, starting with the cattery, including everything she had told me in the second visit, and everything that had happened between then and the third visit. I was beginning to be familiar with the story by now.
“And I said Tiddles is going to need valium to get over the stress!” Mrs S explained, yet again, “And do you know what he said then?”
“He didn’t suggest it was you that needed the valium, did he?”
Mrs S stopped mid story. “Yes he did! Has he caused trouble for other people too?”
For a woman who seemed to have such an excellent memory regarding the life of her cat, she didn’t remember this change in the conversation at the fourth, fifth or sixth visit
And the story grew longer. Every. Single. Visit.
I still don’t think there was ever anything actually wrong with Tiddles.
As if my baby Maggie Sawyer “I care about the community. Humans and aliens both” my sweet darling that was outed and thrown out of her own house at the age of 14!!!! would ever befriend this slave owner want-to-be-frat-boy entitled selfish spoiled piece of crap in any universe!