Some of you might have read about my cat Jersey in Master and Catmander
and the Date that will live in In-feline-amy, well, my family adopted
another one, Callie, whom for the 1st month was a weak and feable ally
kitten. Now she is a charge of fusion and furr.
She too can now lay claim to having mastered the art of dive bombing my Arizona.
The other night, I was showing my Oriskany, which is in the same case
as the Arizona, to a friend, when within 1/32 of a second, that little
furrball zips out from behing the recliner and jumps into the display
case and hit the Arizona amidships knocking the fighting top off the
foremast. Within a blink of an eye, she was gone.
I have said this before, I live in a house full of animal lovers, so
its either I come to grips that my models all have expiration dates, or
find a new hobby.
BTW, I learned that a 1/350 brass radar screen to a forward gun
director CAN pass through a cats digestive tract. I found
this out when I had litterbox duty last Sunday morning.
Scott