What's going on in there?

Our neighbour's cat, creatively named "le Chat", visits us most mealtimes. We are silly enough to feed her scraps, so she keeps coming back.  She jumped up onto the hedge this evening, obviously inspired by rustlings that she thought she needed to investigate.  I have been peering into the dark depths of a fellow researcher's first drafts, trying to extract their essential meaning.  Such is life for an editor.  I feel just like le Chat; I know there is something interesting in there, I just need to find out what it is and explicate it for posterity!!