I was dozing on the counter when I saw Tumblebrutus' human tom carrying him into the office. Normally, I would just nod at him and return to my resting; but this time my eye caught something on his side. I suppose it was from one of those games he and Pouncival play, but I did not have time to speak to him about it. Henry—my human tom and the veterinarian—took him immediately. I suppose he didn't like the look of that scratch, either.
Henry's very good at his job. He never leaves any animal that is in pain, and he'll even stay at the office late if needed. He truly has a passion for other animals. I rather like to watch him and learn what he knows about healing and medicine. He can be hard to understand sometimes, what with his strong German accent, but the main point often comes across.
The nurses are nice, too. Almost as interested in their work as Henry. I know almost nothing of their home lives, as my home is here at the office. I keep things under control during the night; making sure the boarders are doing alright and keeping the mice out of the medicine. I think Henry has a family at home, sometimes kittens or a queen will come in and speak with him, and I see pictures of them on his desk. He seems happy.
I looked over again as I heard Mungojerrie's complaining. I gathered that he broke a vase and cut himself on the broken pieces. His humans were frantic. I gave him a look as his human tom carried him out of the office. Someday he or Rumpleteazer is going to break a bone.