Service cat

I'm on the 7:13 out of Union sitting in a car with two roommates/friends/lovers/sisters who, according to their chatter, have adopted a cat from the Toronto Humane Society. The cat is in a carrier on the seat opposite them. The cat is mad. Probably because he wants them both to shut the hell up so he can ride in peace like the rest of us.
This cat is not meowing.
This cat is screaming.
As we reach Eglinton, a man gets on and sits on the other side of them.
I think he's allergic to cats. At Rouge Hill, he leans over and asks them if they got permission to bring the cat on the train.
An argument ensues.
Finally one of the ladies stands up and yells, "This cat is a service cat who helps me smell!"

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Originally written November 22, 2009.

UPDATE
A note from the lady who owns 'Service Cat'.