A while back I received a junk email from a bunch of ambulance chasers. The devil making work for idle hands I filled it in giving the number of an mobile I hardly ever give out, injured foot, also a false name. Sure enough next morning, mobile rings.
"Hello, can I speak to Boris?"
"I'll bring him, but he can't speak very well"
"OK I'll wait"
Two minutes later Boris is sat next to me.
Phoner: "Hello Boris, I'm terribly sorry to hear about your accident, can you tell me how it happened?"
Me: "I'll speak for Boris, if that's alright, he thinks he put it on something sharp on the pavement."
Phoner: "Did you seek medical treatment?"
Me: "I took him to the vet straight away."
"VET?"
"Yes, vet, Boris is a small black and white cat."
"Silence"