I was left at home due to not being needed to care for my great grandmother and got a major headache. So I dozed off in my favorite recliner only to have the phone ring and scare the the bejeezles out of me...
When I pick up thinking it's my grandparents or something, I'm greeted by this guy from California, the other side of the country for me, asking about medical records of his cats. I sort of freaked out and defaulted to what I was taught... I just sort of hung up on him. I felt horrible about it later.
Then he kept calling back and I was forced to explain he was calling a residential number. He seemed startled and confused as he finally hung up after a bit of arguing. It didn't help my headache much...
When my dad got home I told him what happened and he explained this actually happens to us a lot.
Apparently our number was either used by the vet hospital in town or is VERY close He probably either adopted his cats out of state or got them from a breeder etc. and needed their medical records for his own vet. Dad went on to say we even had a poor old lady leave a message about how her "Fifi" was really sick and needed an appointment right away.
I sort of wanted to call the guy back and explain what I knew. Ha ha. I felt bad about it since then.
Story about an artist's life where she is the center of every crazy thing that happens. Along with her family and faithful cat, she just tries to live through it all.
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