I used to work with folks who were losing their vision, and was doing a home visit with a woman in her late 70s who I had come to think of as quite religeous and pretty humorless. She had an ancient and well-loved pair of black and white cats and generally seemed to love animals. One day as I was leaving her house, a big yellow tiger cat tried to slip in as I opened the door. Without thinking I said Gee, I guess he knows a good cat house when he sees one. About two seconds after the remark I realized what I had said and was torn between wanting to sink beneath the porch floor of that double wide trailor, and wanting to burst out laughing. The laughter won. My strait laced student also burst out laughing and we had a much more relaxed relationship after that.

Susan