Monday, April 4, 2022

Dr Bellen Explains His Surgery

Spring had come to Idylland, and the sky over the Cosy Apartment Feline Sanitarium was a warm blue; smoky clouds were beginning to gather, turning grey as they approached. A storm was approaching but, for now, the day was sunny. Dr Bellen was relaxing on a bench on one of the lawns that led from the sanitarium’s buildings to the woods near by. It was a rare moment of relaxation for him, and he sat back with an open book.

Then he glanced up, and saw a crowd of cats bustling toward him from one of the residence buildings. They looked purposeful, which often means trouble, as opposed to when they look casual, which always means trouble.

“This can’t be good…” thought the doctor, closing his book.

The crowd was led, not surprisingly, by Neville and Hector, with Renn, Dr Bellen’s most able assistant, pretending to keep order, but really going along with the group. The human saw that Madame Minuet was also amongst the assemblage. This concerned him, for she was very old, and he feared that she would catch a chill, even in the warm spring air. But she was wearing her spotted robe, so was probably comfortable enough.

“This seems to be a deputation,” the doctor remarked, when the clowder of cats stopped in front of him.

“Yes, well, we’ve heard things that are a concern to us, Doctor,” responded Neville, in his low, muttering voice. Normally, long-haired and shaggy, he had recently had his fur shaved for the coming temperate weather and, though he had been most dissatisfied with the process, he seemed to be secretly pleased with the results.

“Yes, a kinsern,” echoed Hector, a young black cat with wide green eyes.

“It is a bit, uh, concerning, Doctor,” said Renn, off to the side.

“And are you concerned, too, Madame Minuet?” Dr Bellen asked the newest resident of the sanitarium.

“I’VE LIVED MANY YEARS, DOCTOR, AS YOU KNOW, AND I FIND A MOB ALWAYS TO BE WORRISOME! I REMEMBER DURING THE PARIS COMMUNE—”

“You were in Paris during the Commune?” Neville asked dryly.

“What’s a kommyune?” asked Hector.

“It’s what hippies do, I think,” Renn volunteered.

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!” shrieked Minuet.

The crowd moved away from the old cat a couple of steps. In the awed silence that followed, Dr Bellen steered the talk back to the matter at hand.

“If I could steer the talk back to the matter at hand—”

“We herd you wuz goin’ t’the hoss spittle,” blurted Hector.

All the cats regarded the doctor expectantly. Dr Bellen nodded.

“Well, yes, I will be going to the infirmary for a minor operation—“

“Surgery?!” Renn was aghast.

“Oh, this is almost dreadful,” mumbled Neville.

“What’s serjurie?” Hector wanted to know.

“I REMEMBER I HAD TO IDENTIFY THE BODY OF A MEMBER OF THE LEGISLATIVE CORPS BEFORE HIS AUTOPSY! IT WAS DREADFUL! I WAS LATE FOR MY MID-AFTERNOON NAP!” cried Minuet, angrily.

“An autopsy!” repeated Renn, horrified. "That's done after someone dies!"

Hector’s eyes widened as he stared at Dr Bellen.

“You’re dead?!”

“No, no, I am not dead,” the doctor assured his audience. “How can I be dead? I’m obviously alive.”

“Cats have nyne lives but wun hasta end beefor th’ next beginz, so wut ar you in between?”

Dr Bellen frowned at Hector. So did Neville and Renn. Minuet scowled. Cats, being practical creatures, rarely became philosophical, so such examples, especially from Hector, usually took the human by surprise. He decided to skirt the issue. He stroked Hector’s furry head and he kneaded the grass.

“I will be going to the infirmary, just the other side of the formal garden, and having a short and minor operation. I won’t even be staying overnight.”

“Who will take care of us while you’re recovering, Doctor?” Neville inquired, as if buying stolen watches from some guy named Louis on a street corner.

“There will still be the staff here, the kitchen staff, the housekeeping staff, the administrative personnel,” Dr Bellen stated. “Renn will still be here.”

The crowd moved away from Renn a couple of steps. In the awed silence that followed, Dr Bellen commented:

“As well, I have contacted members of other sanitaria, and they will be available to help whenever they are needed.”

This appeared to mollify the crowd, as fuzzy heads nodded and bent closer together for whispered consultations. But Neville said:

“What if something goes wrong, Doctor?”

“Yes, wut if a meatier crashed into th’ hoss spittle?” Hector demanded.

“A meat—? The chances of a meteor crashing into the infirmary are extremely slender,” Dr Bellen replied with a smile.

“What if yer blood terned into powdur, like in that movee?”

“Turned into…? Where on Earth do you get these ideas, Hector?”

“It wasn’t from Erth, it wuz from owta spase.”

Dr Bellen tried to suppress a smile as he chucked Hector under the chin.

“What I will be undergoing is simple and, as surgeries go, easy. The surgeons have performed them hundreds of times. It’s true that I will be off duty for a fortnight—“ Dr Bellen glanced at Hector, who was opening his mouth to say something, and added, “—two weeks, but my study door will be open for any and all discussions and consultations.”

This too pleased the assembly, and Dr Bellen felt that he had satisfied all concerns.

“Now, it’s almost time for luncheon. Why don’t you all go to the dining room? I understand that the most expensive veterinary-recommended food is being served to cats who don’t really need it. That sounds tasty.”

All the cats agreed and turned to walk to the dining room in the main building, purrs floating above them, their tails high. Minuet remained behind, frowning at the doctor.

“I DIDN’T HEAR A WORD ANYONE SAID!” she shrieked.

“Hector started---”

“I DIDN’T SAY I WANTED TO HEAR ANYTHING!”

Madame Minuet walked in a semi-circle and followed the crowd. She couldn’t hear, but she had grown to know the sanitarium’s routine very well and rapidly; besides, she was hungry. Dr Bellen smiled, and, the sun still shining, opened his book again.

He actually was looking forward to his operation. The anaesthetic-induced rest would do him good…

 

21 comments:

  1. John - we wish you an easy operation and swift recovery. We hope that you get some time at home to rest and let the team look after you.

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  2. HaHa! Absolutely brilliant..and l hope you
    don't mind John, l'd like to send the link
    to my daughter, and a copy to my pussy~cat
    folder..! For future reference..!

    You know..l don't know why..? But! I do like
    the word...Sanitarium..! Bless!x :O).

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    1. Be my guest, Willie. And I have always found the "sanitarium" quite restful...

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  3. I do believe you will be very well entertained during these two weeks. All goes well at the Infirmary you will be able to enjoy these for cats very well. Got you on my calendar for April 7th and praying that all goes as smoothly as planned. Just be sure to follow all the doctors all the rules.

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  4. John, I so enjoyed reading this, especially as Minuet seems to have led at least one very interesting past life. :-D

    Sad to say that anesthetic probably would be the only way I would get a decent night's sleep too! I hope your recovery will be quick, and that the cats won't jump up on body parts that need to heal.

    Ditto on the admonition to follow the surgeon's instructions, pre- and post-op!

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    1. Love what Kim said about Minuet having an interesting past! I will say that is true.

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  5. We noticed that no one asked if Dr. Bellen was okay; they just wanted to know if they'd still get fed!
    Typical cats.
    But your human friends are wishing you well, Doc!

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  6. A speedy recovery, John--although I know you'll enjoy having a period of rest.

    And maybe you shouldn't let Hector watch too many movies. :)

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    1. Hector has been sitting , watching movies and munching popcorn with you tooooo much I believe.

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  7. I really enjoyed this post. I hope everything goes smoothly and you get the rest you need.

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  8. A very quick and hopefully painless recovery John!

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  9. guyz....while we due wizh yur dad well and all that jazz ♫♪♫♫♪
    we gotta...we gotta say... we CRACKED UP hector on yur werd ...MEATIER....well done, noe pun inn tended dood...

    well
    done :) ♥♥

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  10. As always, I loved your Idylland story. May your surgery go well, John, and may you have a swift and easy recovery.

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  11. Purrs to the good Doctor from us too!

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  12. I will say that I am heading off to an early bedtime right after having read this from Dr Bellen. I will wonder who alerted the Sanitarium inhabitants to Dr Bellen's impending surgery! And Mme Minuet was precicely as herself throughout all this She will have them cowed once you leave for the hospital. Cowed, and under her paw. Well, perhaps Hector will need more from her in regards to shrieking. She will have him all in order by the time you return home. Renn...the reins have been passed to you by Dr Bellen. I know you are especially fitted to do the job of allaying fears and concerns and bringing order while Mme offers her support with yelling. . I have no worry at all as to how the Santiatium will proceed under Renn's stewardship. It will be a sterling occasion. (One hopes the RCMP will not be called to attend to any matters emanating from the Sanitarium).
    Carry On.

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  13. This was such a joy to read, John. We do hope for a smooth surgery and recovery. Purrs.

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  14. Hope your surgery is successful and full of bed rest. (Well, as much rest the cats will give you)!!!!

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    1. Thank you. We'll see what the beasts allow...

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  15. Purrayers that your stay in the horse spittle goes well. Our huMom doesn't like anesthetic (she had her wisdom teeth pulled with Novocaine only) so she just takes naps daily. Remember that kitty purrs are at the cycle that promotes healing.

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  16. Hoping for a successful surgery and an uneventful recovery time, filled with rest and peace...well, that is if your feline gang cooperates!

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  17. Oh John, you make me laugh with your stories. Wishing you the best with this minor surgery and a speedy recovery.

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