Dingo with Keeper
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. . .continuing the story from Politicat and Vetted.
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Keeper waded in the house and plonked down exhausted on the setee.
" Pheww! Thank goodness you're ok Cathead. "
What's afoot, I thought, peering curiously at his breathless, reclining outstretched form from my basket stance. Nice of him to be so concerned -it looked like he'd been running. . .

" Oh Cathead, err, phew. . I had to get back here as quick as poss', . . phew. . just been over to our old vet Dr Doctor for advice. You'll never believe what he told me, little fella"
I straightened into the Egyptian tomb cat upright sitting position.

"After telling him what happened at Dr Animal's the other week he confided in me that he knew Animal quite well and that he'd been badly ridiculed recently when he stood up in front of a national vets convention in Leeds to announce he had found a "talking cat with no brain".

The hairs on my shimmery back started to rise.
"Well the people in the hall fell about laughing and the vet Animal was heckled to the rafters. . .they were saying "show us the proof", . . ."have you got your miracle cat under your jacket then". . .and the such like. That bad vet then stormed off the stage -as best he could with his new found limp after the recent drill in the crotch episode -all red-faced."

Keeper sprang up from the chair and wandered through into the kitchen, looking down at me as he went. .
" and guess what he said Cathead? "
I jumped the basket rim and followed him like a little shadow onto the cold tiles.
" Yowwww! ! " I uttered, of course dying to know the rest of the story. Keeper fed a pitta bread slice into the electric toaster and filled the kettle. . .

" Yeah Cathead, the worrying thing was he had implied to Dr Doctor that he would try and "get that cat back by hook or by crook". It was then, little lad, that I got worried and rushed back here to check up on you"
Yowwww! I replied.

" We mustn't let our guard down Cathead, we are nearly out of this fix. No one believes Dr Animal, his reputation is all but ruined now, but a desperate man is a dangerous man and . . . ."
I could see keeper's mind ticking over.
". . being political for a second. . .of course, he's bound to try something."

Keeper did not know just how right he was. It was 5pm and the dark British autumn evenings have now drawn in good and proper. Keeper popped straight down the hardware shop on the corner which is called " Just Another Boring Old Hardware Shop "
to buy an infra red sensor floodlight/alarm for the back garden.

I sauntered out through the flap and into the garden to have a look about for the foxcub Morrison. Instead I noticed some dark shape crouching in the Juniper bushes up near the wooden fence over into Bloater Chop's. I padded up the lawn to investigate and was within 5 feet of this black form when at once a torchlight blinded my cat vision and at the same time a large net was thrown out over me!

The cowering shape took off, springing out of the bush and pinned me to the grass. I was writhing and spitting and clawing in shock. I looked up and saw those demonic eyes glinting out from the slit in a black lycra ski mask.
Of course, Dr Animal!

" Right, let's have you, my little black beauty " he muttered as he wrestled and pinned me to the deck with one gloved hand whilst pulling out and trying to unravel a black cloth sack from his pocket, with the other.
" You, my little friend, are going to be the making of me, tee heee."

As in many a traumatic situation, the general picture becomes very clear. In a split second the unconscious mind analyses and concludes what it would take a computer 10 minutes to work out. Of course, Dr Animal would become the most famous man on the planet if he could get me to talk. The alternative for him was ingnomy and infamy.

I bit and scratched as best I could, but he was very strong and I felt as if I was just on the cusp of letting out my cat screetching psychic powers again, when who should come bounding up the garden but the good Dingo! Keeper must have left the back door on a crack. No longer the wobbly puppy, Dingo has nowadays grown big and strong. Her yapping and growling as she ran distracted Dr Animal and he put one hand out in self defence as the young Doberman closed in on him.

Dingo launched into him, biting for all she was worth. I managed to scramble out of that wicked net and sprang straight up onto the vet's black pullovered back, sinking all claws of four paws into the nerve flesh of his spinal column. He cried out in painshock and spun around, trying to leg it over BCs fence. I dropped down and watched as Dingo, still clamping tight to Dr Animal's right trouser leg bottoms, was dragged along, still growling furiously.

Just then keeper materialised, fresh back from the shop. He piled onto Dr Animal and this time it was the vet who was pinned to the ground, his head off the edge of the lawn and face pushed sideways into the soil by the compost heap. Dingo was tugging so furiously that wicked vet's dark trousers had been pulled down around his knees.
Animal was suddenly quite a funny sight.

" Right you, up you get. What the hell are you doing in my garden" keeper admonished " and what are you doing dressed like that and carrying this! " he said, holding up the net infront of Animal's shocked face. He whipped off the vet's ski mask.
" Wait a mo " keeper whispered " I know you! Jeeez, it's YOU! Pull your goddam pants up"

Keeper got Dingo to relinquish her hold on the trousers and the vet pulled them back up with embarrassment. We two proudly followed keeper as he frogmarched a shocked Dr Animal indoors.

The police were called and evidence taken. Doctor Animal, the evil vet is now facing a stretch in the big house, as apparently he has a bit of previous for cruelty to animals. His career now in ruins, the vet surgery up the road now displays a " Closed Until Further Notice" sign.

Thanks Dingo. You are my dear saviour -along with keeper of course.

Sorted!

Yowwww, yours,

CATHEAD