"Catventures & Meditations"

I am a beautiful, white angora cat. I really do not belong in the clinic, but when there is a rat problem a cat likes to help out.

So every night I silently steal from corner to corner and from room to room, pouncing upon the evil creatures that trouble those poor humans so.

One night recently I had a terrible experience. I went creeping up on the rafters along the wall and decided to cross to the side. "Nope, I better not," said I to myself when half way over, "but how can I get down from here? Oh, that's easy after all! There's a bed right below." I landed and there was a terrible shriek. What could be the matter? I ran for my life... and now, they are all talking about me! How was I supposed to know that that girl had just been operated on and that I landed right on her incision? I've been thinking, they really do need a new hospital around here!

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"Ghosts!"

A week ago at the clinic we were suddenly brought to the realization that we indeed live in the land of the enemy. A middle-aged man came 200 miles to have his bilateral hernias repaired. During the examination the patient offered the following story:

He had been to a witch doctor who had promised to have his hernias cured by the "invisibles" (een-vee-see-blays), who do their work in the night without waking the patient, "no mars, no scars." All he had to do was pay $l,200 pesos ($96.00 dollars), go to bed, and get up in the morning -- healed!

He did get up in the morning, but he still had his hernias. The "invisible" was gone and so was his money. He sent the law after his money -- but no success. He brought himself to Yerba Buena and is now recovering from an operation -- with success. This time he will have "scars" to remind him of his surgery experience.