My Cats Get Involved in My Knee Surgery and Selling My Condo
I returned to Ohio in early April after my three month snowbirding experience in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, with the need to sell the condo in which I’ve lived for almost seven years so I can then move back to the Sunshine State and begin life anew. So I promptly put my condo on the market, and made some changes to make it more attractive to potential buyers.
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Nurse Ratched tortures Jack Nicholson in "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" |
It’s interesting how our mind/body connections work. Within 24 hours of this scheduling my right
knee was completely free of pain or symptoms of any kind whatsoever. “What
pain?” my right knee had the audacity to ask me. “See, you sissy, no pain at all! What you’ve
got here is a teenage knee! Want to climb steps? Hell, let’s climb them fast. Want to run? We could run!” It was like a miracle. I asked Dr. Glassman if he’d seen this phenomenon
before. “Oh, yes,” he replied, “and do you know what would happen if we
cancelled the surgery?” Yes, I did. So it went ahead as scheduled, and I plunged
into a life of constant pain, and therapy, and major pain pills, etc. First Barbara Shipek, the woman who runs my
life (see Related Posts below) came to do her self-described “Nurse Ratched”
act for a week, and then was replaced by Barbara Williams, professional cook
from Toledo (and founder of the Great Lakes Atheists group, and primary
promoter of my novel, “Imaginary Friend,” of which she says she’s my number one
fan), who was here for four days. Both
of them were terrific in dealing with my invalid status (and, okay it’s true, I
love being waited on and cared for, particularly when in pain).
Both women had to deal with the fact that my condo was on
the market, so they had major duties in getting the place ready for
showings. Normally when the potential
buyers arrive the seller vacates the premises, but that was impossible here
(and they were so warned), so I would greet buyers and their rental agent,
invite them to look first at the master bedroom, and then I and my caregiver
would move into the bedroom, shut the door and leave the buyers to look over
the rest of the place in peace. When
they left, David Vargo, the new man in my life who I met in Florida earlier
this year, came to visit for four days and was very helpful in making life
worth living on many levels before he had to return to his job in Fort
Lauderdale. In the photo below we got
out of the house and can be seen renewing our mutual interest in frog statuary.
And what, you might ask, do cats have to do with any of
this? They did play a part both in the
condo sale and my recovery from the knee replacement.
Barney and Mama at Home |
When potential buyers come to see the condo the owner is
supposed to leave, but (once I was able to vacate the premises before and now
after the surgery) there was no way to take the cats with me, so I posted on
the front door a notice saying “Two friendly cats are inside, please do not let
them out.” Mama, my smartest cat, loves
visitors, so unless asleep my guess is that she greets them at the door with
much rubbing of the legs and then walks all over the house as they view
it. I’ve told her to make complimentary comments
about the condo, the visitors, and how nice it is to live in such a handsome
place, and I’ve no doubt she does that.
When the visitors get to the second floor they will encounter Barney who
loves to sleep on the leather sofa up there, but he would rise, stretch, and in
his dumb-but-appealing manner beg to be picked up, purring happily. The cats have done their share to sell the
place. One of the comments on the
internet in a post-visit review stated “The cats were very friendly.” Another visitor left a post-it note on the
front door stating “I’m not interesting in the condo, but I would like to
purchase the cats.”
I’ve come very close to selling the place, which went on the
market on April 14th. One
woman came back and brought her ex-husband and their son with her, and told me
she loved my home. She then wandered
outside, ran into a neighbor who was on the condo board, learned that there is
an association rule with a limit of 40 lbs. for dogs as pets, and since she had
a 65 lb. dog, there went that sale.
[Here insert swear words I learned in the Navy when but a youth.]
As for the therapy, Mama has been no help at all, wanting to
sleep on top of the healing knee, which has me tossing her from the bed at
various times during the night, using some of those Navy swear words. Barney’s been more interesting. He was abused as a kitten and had never
before in his life been loved or loved anyone, as my prior posts explore. But he’s been with me for almost three years
now, and it’s clear that that cat loves me, dimwitted though he be. Barney, a big beautiful Tom, looks imposing,
but is small of brain, and you never know what’s getting through to his limited
perception (as opposed to Mama, who’s so smart she can translate from the
French). When Rachael the therapist
began her work on me she would get close to the knee and urge me to bend it in
various painful ways, which I would do with loud grunts and protests. This brought Barney from the other end of the
house, and he would jump onto my lap.
This was an inconvenience (“No, Barney, get down, what are you doing?”)
but no sooner dumped on the floor he was back in my lap, looking suspiciously
at Rachael. When we moved to the bedroom
for exercises done lying down, Barney insisted on lying between her and me on
the bed. It warmed my heart to realize
what was going on: he was protecting
me. This strange woman was somehow
hurting me, and Barney was doing what he could to make sure I was all
right.
So that’s how cats have helped with both the condo sale and
the knee replacement. Now if they can only
persuade a buyer to sign on the dotted line or figure out a way to ease my
pain, life will be grand again and there will be a happy ending in Florida
before 2013 is over.
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Related Posts:
"Mama, Biopsies, and
My iPad," May 19, 2010
"Teaching English to Cats," August 6, 2010
"The Purring Heart," November 23, 2010
"Two Cat Stories: Mama and Barney in the Wild," July 9, 2011
"Zoo Stories," August 30, 2011
“Mama Cat Saves My Life,” October 23, 2011
"Stepping on Cats," February 8, 2012
“Snowbirding, My iPhone 5, and the Coming Crazy Cat Trip,” December 5, 2012
“Barney and the Big Mammal Nightmare,” January 7, 2013
"A Decision To Move to Florida," March 30, 2013
“A Guide to the Best of My Blog,” April 29, 2013
"Teaching English to Cats," August 6, 2010
"The Purring Heart," November 23, 2010
"Two Cat Stories: Mama and Barney in the Wild," July 9, 2011
"Zoo Stories," August 30, 2011
“Mama Cat Saves My Life,” October 23, 2011
"Stepping on Cats," February 8, 2012
“Snowbirding, My iPhone 5, and the Coming Crazy Cat Trip,” December 5, 2012
“Barney and the Big Mammal Nightmare,” January 7, 2013
"A Decision To Move to Florida," March 30, 2013
“A Guide to the Best of My Blog,” April 29, 2013
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