Conference misery::feline

    What a great story to start a Monday off with!
    thank you,
    Karen

    Hurray for Sebastian :-)
    

    Hats off to the Colonel.......
    
    We have a shelter kitty (Wille Woe) which has the same problem
    as Sebastian.   We call them Wobble kitties...and what a love
    this one is.   You feel bad seeing them walk...but boy do they
    know how to get around...and it is amazing how the other cats
    get out of his way!!!!
    
    Here's to another mouse night to the Colonel...so what if he keeps
    you up all night...he was having FUN!!!
    
    Sandy

    What a great "tale"!
    
    

    What a wonderful story to read during lunch-time.  It's so much better
    to be sitting here with a smile on my face instead of tears running
    down my cheeks.  You have every right to be *PROUD*.  Bet he is really
    *strutting around* himself too.  I know my Deja did the first time she
    caught a mouse....
    
    Sandi
    

    I was so tickled by the story, that I showed to my husband, Bob, a retired
    Army Colonel.  He felt that Col. Sebastian should be properly
    recognized with HONORS and therefore Col. Sebastian is hereby mentioned
    in Dispatches for his exemplary skills and valor and is hereby awarded 
    the Royal and Distinguished Order of Feline First Class with Mouse
    Pendant, along with a rousing chorus of Hear, Hear, Hip, Hip Meow! 
    Col. Sebastian Moran henceforth is entitled to be known as Col.
    Sebastian Moran RDOFFC and is entitled to all the honors befitting his
    rank.
    
    Steffi & (Col. Bob)
                                                                    

    The Colonel will be extremely pleased to hear of his elevation. I shall
    inform him this evening over a formal chicken dinner. While he has not
    repeated his triumph, he was extremely menacing to the landlord and the
    carpenter who were replacing the picture window in his room all day
    Saturday. I'm sure if I hadn't kept a close eye on the Colonel, 
    the two men would have been reduced to hiding under the recliner 
    like the unfortunate mouse. The Colonel was very pleased whenever the
    men seemed apprehensive about coming in the house and paraded around
    with a "don't mess with my stuff and hurry up in there" look in his
    eye. Fortunately for his self image, it never occured to him that they
    weren't daunted by an 11 pound handicapped cat, but his 170 pound
    canine brother.
    
    Sari

    As all good leaders the Colonel is adept at the disposition of his
    forces.  Being a leader, is what being a Colonel is all about, and it
    may therefore have escaped the eyes of those of lesser rank at how
    effortlessly he both commands and controls all situations, especially
    any that might involve a perceived invasion of his territory.  Even at
    the great distance separating us, it was immediately obvious to Col Bob
    that at all times referred to in 'Dispatches' dated 14 October 1992,
    Col. Sebastian was totally in control of the situation.  He
    effectively used his subordinate soldier to create the necessary
    "firepower" to put the "enemy" on notice that their movement was not
    going unnoticed.  Again we can only say of the Colonel, job jolly well
    done, Hip Hip Meow.
    
    Steffi

    Sari, WONDERFUL story!  May I extract and recite, in stentorian tones,
    to Moon?  She hardly mouses, assigning tasks of that nature to coarser
    felines of the outdoor persuasion, but she does enjoy a rousing
    nonfiction mouse-tery thriller.
    
    .6> Royal and Distinguished Order of Feline First Class
      > with Mouse Pendant
        ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^  BAAAAhahahahahaha...
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    					      poink [4-paw landing]
    			       licklicklicklicklick [embarassment bath]
    
    Leslie & Moon ]:3

    I am afraid that the Colonel may loose his RDOFFC after this weekend's 
    foray. He got into a box of, um, uh, supplies that I thought I had
    put away more carefully. I do not wish to be indelicate, but there were
    tufts of adhesive backed cotton EVERYWHERE. On the dogs, on the walls,
    on the furniture. Everywhere but on him. He's the only one who could
    have gotten into the area and there were little tiny claw marks.
    Perhaps another vicious mouse was hiding there? Or perhaps one of these
    unmentionables made a Rude Remark? 
    
    The Colonel had a busy weekend. While I was out buying his food, he did
    his weekly "Sister dear, be so gracious as to remove all Mother's
    clothing from the closet." (I have to keep the closet door open as it
    is very damp in there). "Thank you so very much. Now, Brother, please
    go drool on everything. Mind you miss nothing. Now nap on the pile. The
    washer needs the business." Then he got into the neverminds and
    proceeded to redecorate. He must have overheard me talking on the phone
    about the possiblity of buying him a new place to live and discussing
    redecorating problems with the new house. Perhaps he thought he'd like
    to have the new place done in American Colonial Cotton and this is his
    way of telling me. Can't say I cared for it. Anyway, hope he doesn't
    loose his honors. His Godmother was so proud when she heard.
    
    Sari

    Well, me thinks the Colonel is preparing for a humanitarian award. 
    Here in the colonies, we sometimes refer to the object of his attack as
    "mouse mattresses".  We think he's just interested in assuring that his
    next victims have a comforable place to spend eternity.  Or perhaps
    there was indeed a mouse finding his mattress!!
    
    Mary

    Ah the vicissitudes of leadership.  There are many historical examples
    where during the extreme pressures of conducting a military campaign a
    temporary fog has descended over our noble leaders causing them to
    commit or order acts that seem totally out of character, and of course
    inappropriate for the situation.  In almost every instance this
    momentary aberration passes and the leader is restored, functioning
    from there on as if nothing had ever been wrong.  Knowing this
    background, I am absolutely certain that the Colonel is once again the
    soul of military propriety, and even as this is written is dispatching
    his forces hither and yon to insure the peaceful tranquility of his
    area of operations (his home).  One must be mindful that the gathering
    of military intelligence as well as its proper interpretation is of
    paramount importance to the successful execution of any military
    campaign.  Unfortunately an incorrect interpretation of military
    intelligence can and will cause the battle to be improperly fought.  I
    feel certain that even now the Colonel, having reviewed the recent
    campaign, is aware that his information was less than accurate or
    complete.  Therefore, he now understands that American Colonial Cotton
    is a poor decorator choice.
     
    One must still look for those aspects of the campaign that went well. 
    Standing out above all others was the wonderful loyalty the Colonel
    received from his "troops".  It is obvious that they never doubted or
    questioned his superior leadership skills.  Col. Bob sends his regrets
    to the Colonel for his failed campaign, but reminds him that there are
    battles yet to be fought, and to be ever vigilant.
    
    Steffi and Col. Bob
                             

    Steffi,
    
    I think you should be writing children's books with feline characters! 
    What a way with words you have.
    

    Thank you, Roberta.  However, I can't take credit for those notes, it's
    my hubby Col. Bob who directed me to write those notes. He should be a 
    writer.  
    
    Bob just loves this Feline notesfile.  I think he should be an honorary 
    member.  (He does have 'the' T shirt).
    
    Steffi
    

    The Honorable Colonel Sebastian Moran, DROFFC, is attempting to
    recreate his moment of triumph that earned him his decoration. He is
    spending all his free time in the back utility area near the washing
    machine staring at the bottom storage shelf waiting for a mouse.
    Regretfully, there isn't a mouse at the moment, but that does not deter
    the Colonel. I can tell by looking at him that he is concentrating with
    all his might. He has decided there WILL BE a mouse. And said Mouse
    WILL present itself in this location. There is some hope for him, as
    this spot is right next to the trap door for the cellar. Having been in
    the cellar recently, I can testify that it is filled with Enormous
    Spiders of Obviously Evil Intent. Sooner or later, one of these
    creatures is bound to come up to investigate. I just hope the Colonel
    is not being unduely single minded and won't ignore the Invasion of the
    Giant Spiders.