Reviews for All My Patients Are Under the Bed

The average rating for All My Patients Are Under the Bed based on 2 reviews is 4.5 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2014-10-18 00:00:00 Krista Coleman This book caught my eye a few years ago, because of the look on the cat's face on the front cover. Those eyes, those whiskers, that look of sheer superiority. Yup, that's a feline. While I don't believe the words "good" and "cat" should ever be in the same sentence, I nevertheless snatched up this volume to read about a legendary cat doctor, who was a feline specialist before the current cat-yoga/cat-internet/cat-everything began. To a cat, human beings are an inferior, servile race, always to be kept in their places, with occasional rewards if they perform well. To love a cat is uphill work, and therefore very rewarding. 'Uphill' is an understatement. One really needs to create a salesforce-type CRM system, based on a cat's moods, food-of-the-hour, sun location, bedding changes, and time of the year. If I had the time, I would create such an app. In the meantime, one has this wonderful collection of stories told by Louis J. Camuti, who was the first veterinarian to devote a practice solely to cats. In New York City, no less! As a child, he was sick at home with fever when a stove accident started filling his house with gas. His cat jumped on his chest to waken him. At that point, he decided he would become a cat doctor when he grew to be an adult. Sweet. Mr. Camuti tells some marvelous tales, remembrances of the adventures he would face every day as he made his round of house calls. There are celebrity memories and some wacky escapades...wacky being an adjective any cat owner would use at least once to describe feline relationships. Camuti was also one of the first specialists to advise against buying kittens from breeders, a stance which put him years ahead of his time. Let's face it - if you are going to get a kitten from a pet shop or a breeder you are running the risk of getting a sick animal. This is a book I will probably re-read in the future, preferably on a rainy day when The Cat and I are both stuck in the house. Just one year after this publication, the elderly doctor was dead, but thankfully his love of the feline race lives on in his words. As I write this, Creampuff the Cricket Killer is in Full Indifference Mode. Oh, to be a gato. Book Season = Winter (nap, nap, nap)

Review # 2 was written on 2010-08-23 00:00:00 Larry Willy I'm sure I've bored many MANY people by repeating the stories I read in this book, but it's impossible to resist. I mean just think about it, a veteranarian who makes house calls, many times in the middle of New York City. The entire book is filled with ancedotes about cats, CRAZY cats, and their even crazier owners, pet exams that take place in hospital rooms or in apartment staircases, and celebrities who give new meaning to the word "eccentric". There's also dogs, monkeys, pidgeons, and anything else that can be smuggled into an apartment. And it's not just a lot of stories, but stories that are told really really well. I need to put this one down for a re-read, since it's been several years since I even looked at the book, and that's sure to start up my whole "Oo, there was this one time, in that cat-doctor-who-makes-housecalls book" schtick. My immediate friends and family can consider themselves warned.