Excitedly, the red-and-white tabby, fur-covered Chief Physician, Dr. Winnie von der Roth, paced back and forth on his two hind legs! Where on earth was the patient? Everyone in the hospital knew that the tomcat with such a prestigious position did not have his valuable time to waste! Time is money—that was the doctor's highest principle! At last, the two operating room nurses arrived, pushing the patient, a man in his fifties, ahead of them in a hospital bed! The operation could finally begin. The industrious tomcat thoroughly disinfected his front paws and forearms according to protocol before pulling sterile disposable gloves over his claws. But then came a loud rrrip, and one large claw cheekily poked through the thin latex! "What a piece of junk," the chief physician muttered under his breath as he contemptuously tossed the ruined gloves into the waste bin.

But help was already at hand in the form of a diligent operating room nurse, who discreetly led Dr. Winnie von der Roth into a side room to carefully trim his overgrown claws with a claw clipper.

The tomcat grew increasingly impatient during the well-intentioned procedure and repeatedly hissed angrily into the poor nurse's face like a startled snake, even though she was only doing her job. After what felt like an eternity, Dr. Winnie von der Roth's claws were finally back in proper shape, and on the second attempt the man's operation could begin, relieving him of his painful gallbladder!

After this episode, it was time for a training course for the young hospital nurses, and the fur-covered chief physician naturally insisted on delivering the lecture himself! As part of what he considered exemplary dedication, he also believed it only proper to share his expertise as thoroughly as possible with the young and attractive female newcomers! For today's lecture, the doctor had chosen the revealing topic: "The Male Reproductive Organs and Their Associated Diseases."

The doctor planned to use his own private anatomy as a live teaching aid for the female audience in order to liven up what was otherwise a rather dry subject! But scarcely had Dr. Winnie von der Roth unpacked his corpus delicti than the first nurses fainted in horror, for never in all their years of training had they encountered anything so obscene and tasteless! The remaining ladies fled the room screaming in disgust! Rumour had it that some of the young women even required psychological counselling after the shocking incident.

After this embarrassment, the red-and-white chief physician sheepishly put his supposed masterpiece away again and carried on with the day's routine as though nothing at all had happened.

The next morning brought the usual daily ward round, during which the high-ranking tomcat never tired of complaining about his own aches and ailments without paying much attention to the people standing before him! He lamented everything from his rheumatic pains, which supposedly tormented him whenever the weather changed, to his increasingly sensitive stomach that could no longer tolerate everything it once had, as well as the hospital stress and endless overtime that had become too much for him.

The poor patients, who were supposed to be the focus of the ward round, hardly got a chance to speak, because the chief physician would immediately silence them whenever they tried to describe how they were feeling. According to the fur-covered doctor, every single one of his patients was in far better shape than the poor tomcat himself—no matter how serious their actual medical condition might have been! Unsurprisingly, the patients soon gave up sharing their fears and concerns with the red-and-white tomcat and merely nodded resignedly whenever he routinely asked how they were doing.

If there was one thing Dr. Winnie von der Roth truly believed in, it was the hospital lunch! He never missed the opportunity to serve the hot meals to his patients personally. Each time he busily lifted the serving cloche to inhale the tempting aromas. He had to be terribly careful not to let his long whiskers dangle into the soup tureen—after all, he didn't want to spoil anyone's appetite.

While hypocritically wishing the patients "Enjoy your meal," his red-and-white paw would just happen to wander into the delicious food, and—whoosh!—a generous piece disappeared into his own mouth. He was especially fond of the juicy slices of roast, which unfortunately did not appear on the hospital menu nearly often enough! He carried out this little trick so skilfully that most patients never even noticed that a larger or smaller portion of their meal had mysteriously vanished. People can be surprisingly gullible; they simply allowed themselves to be misled by the tomcat's feigned friendliness.

Since food had always been one of the chief physician's greatest passions, he had absolutely no scruples about embezzling hospital funds in order to treat himself regularly to delicious pâtés. And since whatever goes in must eventually come out again, he also ordered an elegant designer litter box adorned all around with precious Swarovski crystals! Naturally, it also featured a discreet odour extraction system—after all, as the saying goes, money doesn't stink.

To ensure that nobody discovered the true origin of his luxurious litter box, he insisted on cleaning the room containing his elegant private toilet himself, claiming that even someone of high rank should never consider himself above wielding a cleaning cloth! Easier said than done. If only the tomcat with the rather questionable medical degree had possessed a little more experience with housekeeping! As fate would have it, Dr. Winnie von der Roth accidentally aimed the disinfectant spray pump straight at his own face instead of toward the litter box, receiving the full blast of the caustic liquid directly into his feline features from close range, while his precious designer toilet remained untouched! His eyes burned like fire, and as he gasped in panic for air, he only inhaled even more of the harsh cleaning agent! This time, he had literally taken far too much into his mouth.

Fortunately, as everyone knows, cats have seven lives, and these dreadful moments soon passed! A chief physician is not so easily shaken by such a mishap. Besides, another brilliant idea had already been brewing in his mind for several days. As anyone can imagine, an excessively long hospital shift can be utterly exhausting for body and mind. But where there's a will, there's a way—or so Dr. Winnie von der Roth believed. Quietly, he crept on silent paws toward the medicine cabinet, intending to prepare himself a strengthening injection for his overworked body. Unfortunately, having forgotten to put on his reading glasses, he grabbed the wrong vial and filled the syringe with a sedative—the medication normally given to patients before anaesthesia to calm them down.

It wasn't long before the sleep-inducing drug began taking effect on the crafty tomcat. With a tremendous crash, the fur-covered chief physician collapsed onto the cold, hard tiled floor! Alarmed by the unusual noise, an elderly nurse hurried to the scene. Seeing her superior lying helplessly on the ground, she instantly knew what had to be done. Determined, she rolled up the sleeves of her blouse over her sturdy upper arms and began resuscitation. Awkwardly pursing her full lips, she pressed them onto the tomcat's mouth to administer the apparently necessary rescue breaths. Alternating with this, she vigorously compressed Dr. Winnie von der Roth's chest with her full body weight until he almost lost all sense of hearing and sight. When, after what felt like an eternity, he finally regained consciousness and opened his eyes, he regretted waking up that very instant. This was certainly not how he had imagined life as a chief physician! How much he would have preferred a young and pretty nurse—instead he had to make do with this elderly battleship!

To be on the safe side, the aforementioned battleship rewarded him with several resounding slaps across both cheeks to prevent her boss from fainting again after her selfless rescue efforts! But these would be Dr. Winnie von der Roth's first and last slaps in this hospital. After this incident, every bit of fraud the tomcat had committed finally came to light—and, as we all know, there had been quite a lot of it.

Thus it happened that the former hospital director, after being summarily dismissed, left his former workplace with his tail tucked in shame, uncertain what the future now held for him.

However, a respected dentist—and one of the clinic's patients—had witnessed the unfortunate tomcat's downfall and took pity on the poor, scruffy red-and-white creature standing helplessly with his suitcase in one front paw and his dismissal notice in the other. The dentist offered the former physician a partnership in his dental practice, "Dr. Fanggrabber". Winnie's eyes sparkled mischievously in competition with the man's gleaming white teeth, for he had always loved getting to the root of a problem.