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Jim! Jim! What is it, Tris?
Sorry to bother you, Jim, could you come down a minute?
Sure!
It's a cat... There's something else, Jim. Oh, no!
I saw this cat sitting in the dark all alone. It was wounded and hurt so I came to you.
That's kind of you... But, do you know who it belongs to?
No, I think it's a stray. Well, he really looks like a stray. Wait a
sec, are you Marjorie Simpson? Yuh-huh.
Well, thanks again Marjorie. We'll take good care of this little guy.
What do you think did this, Jim? Could he have been run over by a car?
Could be anything... Somebody could've hit it, somebody could've struck it, could've
been run over... Chances are endless. Anyways, whatever happened, he must've been
on the verge of starving. Yeah!
He's a skeleton! He's skinny... Well, he's injured, his guts
are all hurt, it's broken. There's no way he can live.
PURRRR! Did'ya hear that, Jim?
Yeah! He purred! He's in good condition after what he's been
through. It's no good, Tris, we have to do it.
Uhh, no. Pour some ether on this cloth. Do we have to, Jim? I don't like this much.
You mean, put the lot back? Yeah!
But... His guts are all messed up! Well, can't you stitch them back?
Honestly, Tris, I have no idea where to start!
We'll have a go, Tris. We have to save this guy... Get that needle and wrap it around
him. Stitch the catgut. I'll put this lotion on him.
What does the lotion do, Jim? Oh, the lotion just makes him sleepy, so he
doesn't feel anything. Put some under him. He's done almost.
Now comes the hard part, right? Yeah, here's the hard part. Here, just rub
it around him. Uh, wrap the catgut... I know we're not professionals, but it was worth
a shot.
Jim, you've taken a long time... What's this? He's so skinny!
You should've seen him when he came in. Is he injured?
I'm afraid so... I don't think he'll make it.
What a shame, he's so pretty. Yeah, I think he got some tomcat in him.
Well, I'll make a bed for him. He can sleep with us, Jim.
He will? Of course.
Helen, this cat's tied up with catgut. Even if he goes on fluids, he won't live!
Okay, okay!
We shall call him Oscar. You mean, we're keeping him?
Yes. Why Oscar, though?
I don't know.
What happened? It's Oscar... He's gone!
Gone... What do you mean? Jim, I think he ran away.
Ran away? That's not of Oscar... Did you search everywhere?
I searched everywhere. Hmm... Time's ten o' clock. That is pretty
strange.
Who could that be? Oscar, Oscar, come on in, come on in, please!
I believe this is yours. This is mine!
I saw him sitting at the Mother Union at the church.
Just sitting there? Yeah!
I'm really grateful. Thank you, thank you. You're welcome.
I know about Oscar now. Know what?
Why he's going on these nightly outings. What?
He's not running. He's visiting. Visiting?
Yes, he likes people. Yes, he's a socialite!
Yes.
Next, please! Some people... Don't listen!
Oh, hello... Please come on in! Hello!
Hi! Take a seat.
So, what can I do for you?
So, what did he look like? Gingery, and he went out to nightly outings.
Oh... Let me call Helen. Helen! What is it?
This is... Um, what's your name? Sep Gibbons. Most people call me Septimus.
This is Septimus. This is my wife Helen. Um... This man here thinks we have his cat.
Oh, okay, I see. Well, I'll go find Oscar. Go on.
Here, you should take good care of him. Hi Tiger! How've you been doing? ... Are you
sure Mrs. Herriot? Yes, yes, I'm sure! He was your cat first.
But they say "Finders Keepers, Losers Weepers"... Oh shoot, I have a bus stop to catch! I better
be going now. Bye doctor, bye Mrs. Herriot! Bye, Septimus.
Oh shoot, I almost forgot the children! Children! Children!
Coming!
Gibbons' household? Yes. Please come in!
You must be Mrs. Gibbons. Yeah, I remember you!
How's Oss... I mean, how's Tiger? Tiger's doing fine.
Oh! Nice to see you again! Hi, Mr. Herriot.
So, when's Oscar going to come? He should be coming along about right now.
Should I check? Yeah, sure. Go check.
Oh, Oscar! Oscar! He remembers me!