Drop and Give Me 50

Chapter 12: Grumpy

With the success of Monday’s appointment, I was inspired to redouble my efforts on the treatment. I downloaded the metronome app on my phone and took my training up a notch. I wasn’t anywhere near 50, but with a bit of a struggle, I could hit a solid 20. The dilation was going well. And each appointment seemed to produce slight, but measurable results. I had just rinsed off after my Friday appointment and met Dr. Grant in the lobby to schedule for the next week.

Me: Any plans for the weekend?

Dr. Grant: Actually, yes. Darren and I are going to Palm Springs for the weekend. I won’t be back until late on Monday. So, we won’t see each other until Wednesday. Quick question. How are you with cats?

Me: Fine, I guess. I mean, I don’t have an allergy or anything. Why?

Dr. Grant: We normally board our cat when we travel. But if you were interested in house sitting for me, I’m sure Grumpy would be, well, let’s just say, LESS grumpy. She hates being boarded. Oh, and I have a pool. And I would allow you to have one guest with prior permission. And if you look hard enough, there may be some instructional videos in the house.

Me: First. You named your cat Grumpy?

Dr. Grant: When you meet her, it will all make sense. She has the personality of a serial killer who is just too lazy to pick up a knife. She can’t be bothered to kill you, but from the look on her face, you know she’s thinking about it.

Me: Well, yeah. Of course. You’ve done so much for me. Of course, I will house sit for you.

Dr. Grant: Our flight leaves tomorrow at 11:00. Show up at 9:00 at this address. I’ll give you the tour and instructions. I’ll introduce you to my husband. And then, can you drive us to the airport and drop us off?

Me: That sounds great. I’ll see you then.

Me: (on cell phone) Brent, you will not believe what just happened.

Brent: OK. What?

Me: My doctor is going out of town for the weekend, and he asked me to housesit to take care of his cat so he doesn’t have to board her. He has a pool, and he said I could have one person stay over if I want.

Brent: Sweet Jesus.

Me: I know. Seriously.

Brent: You are one lucky bastard! When do they leave?

Me: I am taking them to the airport tomorrow morning. I pick them up after school on Monday. We have the place to ourselves for the entire weekend.

Brent: I’m going to do nasty things to you.

Me: I sure hope so!