Frantically, she rushed into my office,  closing the door behind her. She startled me and my personal assistant, Wanda from Coral Gables, Florida.

I had no idea who this woman was.

“Sir! You got to help me!” She looked frantic, and being that I was a male veterinarian, I wondered why she was in my place of business. This was not the police station, and the last thing I needed was negative publicity. I wasn’t ready to debut on the 6 o’clock news.

I looked her over. She didn’t have a pet; all she
carried was an oversized Le’Diamond purse made
from fake bear skin. She reeked of money, it
oozed from her tenfold. “I need help. It’s...it’s my
cat!”
Distraught, Wanda hopped up, and said,
“Where is it? What’s the problem?”

Wanda had twenty cats, at her trailer home.
Her cats were her entire life. They were just like
real people to her. And she fought over them like
they were her own children.
Ok, now I was alarmed. Maybe she did have a
genuine problem. I loved animals, especially cats.
My mother died last year, and she was a cat lover.
Did anything for cats. She had about five of ‘em,
so growing up used to dealing with cats was what
made me want to be a Vet when I grew up.
“Where is your cat?” I stood up, walking around
two metal tables, pausing in front of this sexy,
petite black woman with the oversized earrings, the
huge bangles, the tight lizard-skinned print pants
and matching halter top and the long, flowing
weave.
“Can we speak in private, I don’t want to talk in
front of your assistant, and this is an emergency.”
Tears started to fall from her eyes. Damn. Lady.
Don’t. Cry. I hated to see sexy women cry, if I
could protect them all I would. This was the main
reason why I didn’t become a therapist or
psychologist, couldn’t deal with the crying.
“We can talk right here.”

She was adamant. “I’d rather talk in private. I
don’t like telling my business with…” She
gave Wanda the evil eye. “Others around,
people talk too much these days and I don’t wanna
have to get stupid up in the Animal House, you
feel me?”
“I hear you. But we follow strict protocol in this building.”
“Are you gonna help me or what?” she asked,
getting an attitude.
Wanda shot her cuffs. “Is he helping you or
your…cat?”
“What is it to you?”
“Where is the cat, ma’am, so we can take a look
at it.”
“It’s a female. Ok, not an ‘it.’ And I don’t like
how you’re talking to me.”
“And you are full of complete crap.”

e strange woman tucked her chin back. “I
beg your pardon? Is this how customers
get treated? I should call the board on your
ass, bitch butt the fuck out of my business.”
Wanda walked up in her face and I stood
between them, facing this pretty stranger.
“Sure. We can talk. Come to my office.” I put
my hand on the small of my back and raised the
right hand towards the door. I shook my head.
“Right this way.”
I gave Wanda a weird look.
She hunched her shoulders, whispering, “She
looks like a nut case. Be careful…”
I nodded in agreement. But, something seemed
very surreal about it all. I had to find out. My
untimely visitor remained quiet.