$3,000 Tooth Implant by Julianna Rowe

This is a picture of Aretha Franklin, one of my client's cats who used to be an indoor cat and has now become an indoor/outdoor cat.  A fact I forgot I was told a month ago.  Yet, today when I arrived at my clients home and opened the door, Aretha ran out like a shot!  I freaked but attempted to remain calm. I quietly followed Aretha into the backyard where the legal city chicken coop also exists.

I am whining to Aretha....saying in a whinier voice, "OMG, Aretha, stop, please, you cannot get lost on my watch, okay? Wait, stop!" Obviously, my better half, called calm, had left the yard.  I caught her and picked her up all the time scared she would claw me like a crazed lion.  Well, she didn't and she was as scared of me as I was of her.  I got her back into the house, set her down, and went about my business.  I hear my phone ding as in, "you have a message." The client and owner of  Aretha were reminding me she could go outside as I had been told a month ago but forgot.  So, I let her back out!  About an hour later, my helper was taking a break outside in her car....   I was working in the kitchen when I heard the familiar loud sound of a horn honking in a continuous manner.  I knew I had not touched my keys which caused that sound.  I then thought maybe my helper had accidentally pushed the panic horn button while getting something out of my car...... but it wasn't stopping!   I ran outside and saw my helper walking back across the street from her car to my car with her arms in the air, saying, I don't know!

I got to my car, and there were my keys laying on the front seat undisturbed, and there was Aretha in the back seat scared nutz cause the horn was going off very loudly. I suspect that is why its called a PANIC BUTTON.  I opened the door and grabbed the keys.  I kept hitting the button but nothing was happening.  My helper took the keys and hit the proper button.  I had been hitting the trunk button, not the stop panic horn button.  I have anxiety issues, and loud noises make me goofy and nervous.  Obviously or I would have known the diff between a trunk and a horn button.  As for Aretha......she was back in my car lounging twice more before I left that day.  Imagine a black cat jumping in your car window and precisely stepping on that one tiny red panic button.  Had to have a meaning.  Right?

I will tell you a secret I do not share.  I mean I don't tell anyone this.  Before I saw Aretha in the back seat and realized she was the horn culprit, I thought it was my dad who passed away sending me a message......trying to tell me not to go to the dentist on Friday.  I am not kidding!  (I have to have a tooth extracted)  Dad gets blamed for a lot of strange things in my life such as bugs landing on me and so on.  I know better think.)  I guess I have to go to the dentist.  So until a black cat crosses my path or jumps in my car, or my Dad lands on my shoulder as a butterfly........be well, be safe, be happy, and get rich so you can have a $3,000 tooth implant (or not.)