In which I realise my fame

Disconcerting realisation. I am famous.

The story of my courageous battle with the deadly tiger snake has circulated through the Veterinary Hospital staff right down to the cleaners. They all want to look at me or rather stare rudely. I’m not accustomed to this attention from those who have not been introduced to me. Presumption, I call it. Poor manners too. Even the tea-lady took a photo.

The student Vets are the worst with their inane comments, ‘ So this is the cat that bit the snake!’ as though it’s not in my normal day of work. If they looked in my file they would note my admission a few years back after a fracas with a possum. Tiresome creatures.

Still feeling groggy. Am positive someone is tampering with the water.