Dr. Louis J. Camuti shares some of the more memorable moments from his sixty years of practicing house call veterinarian medicine in New York City.
All My Patients are Under the Bed is the third of fourth "Cat Book" that I have read in the last year or so. (The Cat Who Came for Christmas
and The Dog Who Rescues Cats are two others.
) Having just about finished it, I think it is safe for me to say that, if you have read any one of these books, then you have read them all. Each "Cat Book" is narrated by a moderately eccentric (or soon to be eccentric) person who shares heart warming stories/observations about the equally eccentric, or just unique, animal(s) that has changed, or brought insight to, the narrator's life.
It is, at times, difficult for me to decide which of the two subjects these books revolve around is the more fascinating; the cats or the eccentric people who live with them? Camuti's book is filled with both. It seems that you can't have one without the other. Camuti tells of the unsettling lengths that many people will go to please an animal that has captured their hearts. Like the otherwise intelligent woman who, during WW2, found herself "a person of interest" because of her obsessive procuring of the Japanese crabmeat her cat consented to eat. Or the couple that turned their apartment (and, later on, their house) into a Rube Goldbergian playground for their cats. The story that had me shaking my head in disbelief was the one about the kindly woman who cared for a cat so vicious it had to be locked in a room whenever visitors came calling. If the cat got loose during a social call, and it did, then the unfortunate visitor wound up in the hospital, getting stitches. While I love animals, something so dangerous to others clearly needed to be euthanized. But, as Camuti shows again and again, people have intellectual blinders when it comes to the animals that have captured their hearts. No one is safe from being made a fool for love. Camuti also reveals how devoted James Mason, Tallulah Bankhead, and other New York City dwelling celebrities were to their pets. Not content to just spin yarns about pets and the people they own, the house call making vet also recommends what he thinks is the best kind of food to feed your cat (Would you believe beef baby food?) and what kinds of toys are the safest for it to play with. Yarn, it seems, is a death trap waiting to be sprung.
While All My Patients are Under the Bed did not capture my heart, it did hold my interest until the end. But I think it will be quite some time before I read yet another one of my wife's many beloved "Cat Books."
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