Chapter ElevenBy the time Jenny brought Mr McGregor back from the airport, the surgery waiting room was packed. The vet stopped at the entrance, eyes agog. He cast a quizzical look at Jenny. “There's been some very strange things going on, Mr McGregor.”
They worked throughout the morning, but the queue never seemed to get any smaller. There were cats that were doing cartwheels, dogs that were barking at the Moon, birds – of all descriptions – biting their owners, or flying against windows trying to break through. Even some lizards that had decided to somehow crawl through letterboxes to escape. In honesty, there was very little that either of them could do as most of the problems seemed to be psychological rather than physical. It was really a case of Mr McGregor offering support and re-a
