Feb 19, 445pm ~~ Review asap.
8pm ~~ Another choice from the Veterinary-author pile, this is Camuti's second book, published in 1980, just one year before Dr. C died. (He had a heart attack while on his way to treat a patient. He was 87 at the time.)
I had forgotten that I also have Camuti's first book, Park Avenue Vet. So I have set that one up as my current Currently Reading. Both books are part of that infamous Haven't Read These In At Least 35 Years Club, so I can easily forgive myself for not paying closer attention when I yanked all these animal doctor books out of my bookcase.
This book was fun for me to read, and I think I would have enjoyed working with Dr. Camuti, or at the very least following him around for a day or two. There is a great picture on the back cover that shows him standing by the trunk of his car, with his doctor's bag on the car and a license plate that reads CAT. He has a tiny smile on his face: before I read the book and became reacquainted with his character I thought that little smile was his way of saying 'I'm cool, I'm cool.' Now I think he was probably wishing the photographer would hurry up, because 'I have places to go and cats to see.'
He tells a lot of stories about the different cats he has seen over the years, but he also tells about his own life. How his family came from Italy, how his ancestors were nearly all doctors, how he flipped a coin to decide whether to be a doctor who treated people or a doctor who treated animals. I liked how he met his future wife when they were mere children and only when he grew up did he recognize what he calls the 'cosmic urge'. He describes his early years in practice and how he eventually dealt exclusively with house calls and cats. He had rules that were not always followed for the day of his visits, and he himself admits that he has been called a curmudgeon.
I liked this from Chapter 7:
"I've had several clients tell me that I am a saint because I make house calls for cats in New York City. . . . Well, that's fine for them, and I appreciate the kind thoughts, but frankly, I think of myself as some kind of nut."
He goes on to say how crazy the traffic is and then to explain just how his house call practice developed and why his wife always rode along and stayed in the car while he was up treating his patients. (After he got them out from under the bed, of course.)
Very enjoyable, with lots of tips about cat behavior and care too. and now I am off to Park Avenue to see what else this curmudgeon has to say. Will he be the same way twenty years earlier? I imagine probably so: they say leopards don't change their spots!