Ding Dong went the Avon Chimes, the morning after I got back from that darned vets. Keeper opened the front door and I sat in the hallway listening in. It was two professors from the vetenary college, asking about Cathead.
" Is he here? We'd like to have another look at him, we fear he may have some rare disease that may mutate and spread to humans"

In other words, crafty gobbledegook for "we want to abduct your cat for further research". Obviously the injured vet had blabbed to the authorities about what he experienced the day before. Keeper politely turned them away then came back into the lounge, sat down and thought thought thought.

Some things you learn as you get a little older my luvlies. Even as a doctored cat you pick up on human behavioural stuff. Also I've seen keeper at work with people -he's very shrewd -sometimes.
So as soon as we got back from Dr Animal's he was putting up the defences.

" What was he doing to you in there little CH? " he spoke softly into my left bat ear whilst softly stroking the top of my cat head.
I couldn't tell him what happened could I ? How Dr Animal discovered a cavity for a brain on the X Ray and how he also discovered I was the original talking cat. But even knowing a little of it caused keep' to put the barricades of anticipation up. Step one was to seal up the catflap and buy large sacks of cat litter for me and Buff.

" They're not going to stop at this " he said, pouring out the litter into the tray and turning to me. . . " they're up to something. You and Buffy are staying in for a while"
I felt protected by keeper, what a sweet soul he is and very clued up on the politics of human nature.

Hopefully they will dismiss Animal as a crackpot who hallucanated the talking cat. But the X Ray pictures . . .how to explain away those? No wonder they wanted to do some more tests.

" Pre-emption is the best form of defence " murmered keeper that evening as he vanished out the door dressed in black.
He returned to the house three hours later, at 1am with a file under his arm.
" Now lets see what all this curiosity was about" he said, sitting down again and opening the file which had, amongst other words typed neatly on the top, " Cathead, Tom Cat, age 6 ".

Keeper! You darling! Without knowing it he has resucued me from a fate worse than vivesection by stealing my Xrays and medical records from Dr Animals surgery.

Yowww!
CATHEAD