After a few visits, Naturopath’d say..lemme tune in..he’d find my pulse, and then he’d take his hand off my wrist..tuned in, didn’t need to maintain physical contact.. I had a black putty meiow..and he wasn’t himself. While at Naturopaths’..you any good with cats? I am excellent with cats. Oh, right, I’ll go and get him..nuh, just think of him! few seconds later..hmmm. What are you feeding him on!..dry things, milk here and there, water. Ah..needs some minerals (maybe..it was a while ago)..get him some liver! ok. Way I went, scored me a sheeps’ liver, gave Black Megs 1/4..he just about clawed my arm to get to it..and was right from then on. Naturopath was good..best ever for me..but he couldn’t make ends meet by naturopathy alone..sigh! finally gave it all away. Ten years later he says..wanna drink? I’d say..whatever the drink was..he’d say..yep, do you good..or..hmm..try something else! I’d take a sip anyway..he was right! I drive an Ancient yellow Volvo sedan..scored it in Hobart I did. Gave ex-Naturopath a lift somewhere..he said..your dopamine levels rise when you get in your car! It was true I reckon..the girl who had it before lavished love and attention on it while she had it..and that feeling was still there..lovely feeling to sit in it eh.