|what Finnegan saw|
There are people, some claiming to love me, who have been very unkind about the housecoat. Despite what they say it is not threadbare or held together by bits of fried egg.
I retired bleeding to the house, the not threadbare housecoat having provided no protection. Screamed for help from the Doc, who being an astronomer is absolutely useless in a medical emergency. Fortunately if I shout loudly enough and call him some unflattering names I can get the basics of treatment out of him.
Why would Finnegan attack me? I have two theories;
1. I was contemplating taking him to the vet because he had seemed a bit lethargic. Ha ha proved wrong on that one.
2. He reacts whenever I walk over to a certain spot at the edge of the meadow. Runs after me mewing constantly and waits, getting more and more vocal, until I move away. When he attacked me I was paying no attention to him whatsoever. Was he desperate to get me to move? Is there something lurking in the forest close to that spot? I have no idea.