Cat Scan Complete

Medical Alert Cat: *Comes barreling over, meowing up a storm.*

Me: *To wife in the other room.* “Are you feeling okay?”

Wife: “Yeah, I feel fine, just a little tired.”

Medical Alert Cat: *Practically losing her mind, yowling, running between us like it’s a fire drill.*

Me: “I think you should sit down.”

Wife: “Yeah, okay, I trust her.”

As soon as my wife sits, the cat launches herself right into her lap and refuses to move.

Five minutes go by.

I pop in to check on my wife and, yep, she’s out cold, totally knocked out by a narcolepsy attack. The cat’s sitting there looking smug and satisfied.

Treats? Oh, she got plenty.

Yeah, I know, cats aren’t officially service animals. We didn’t train her for this; she just decided it was her job. She’s our unofficial, self-appointed Wife Handler, and honestly, we call her our little MAC regardless of any official paperwork.