When last we looked in on the life of Squeaker the cat, it was evident that he had been cat-napped by some unknown party, subjected to stitches at the vet, and returned to his home without any notice or explanation.
Well, the real story is about to be revealed.
In fact, what at first glace both I and my neighbor took to be a stitch in his shaved forehead was actually a scab; what we thought was shaved hair was actually pulled out.
It turns out that Squeaker was bitten by another cat, most probably Boothby, who sometimes gets irked at Squeaker’s adolescent hijinks.
And now you know the rest of the story.
Still no explanation of how my clock radio got set an hour ahead, though.