Keogh fights back!

Look at this. See the way he's talking softly and stroking me. I'll bet he's going to put a pill in my mouth.

I'm right. He's picked me up and is holding me in that bottle-feeding position.

Here's it comes...
Tell you what - he's determined: I've bit his arm twice and he still hasn't let go.

He has now - it's time to scarper.

He might have given up - he's gone to the cupboard and uncorked a bottle.

No, he's having another go. He's edging towards the curtain I'm clinging onto. Damn, he's got me and pinned me to the carpet and is trying to open my mouth.
I've got his finger and have started clawing his arm again.

At last he's let go.

He's looking for the pill. It's stuck in his hair.

He's looking for me. I'm on the lampshade.

He might have given up. He's pouring another drink.

Hold on - he's put a Marigold glove on. He's going to try again.

It's time for Plan B - bite the other arm.

He might have given up. He's pouring another drink - and cursing.
I think I've hurt him, though: he's staggering and slurring his words.

Wait a second - he's grabbed a towel.

What the hell...he's wrapped me in it. His pinned my legs to the floor. He's trying to push the pill in my mouth.

I'm spitting and the fur's flying. I'm free.

The pill's under the sofa...so am I. His hands under the sofa...I'm fencing with it.
I think I've hurt him: he's crying and swearing.

He might have given up. He's poured another drink.

He has given up! He's getting the vacuum cleaner out to suck up the fur scattered around the house.

He's fallen over the cleaner and is just lying on the floor weeping. The pill is still stuck in his hair.

Brave bloke, though: he's just given himself TWO tablets - and didn't spit once.