'The Nap at the Palace' by Jose Triado Mayol N ot much in the way of hobby-related activity happening here in the Grand Duchy lately. Sigh. And no surprise there really since there are only so many hours in the day, only so much mental and physical energy to spare, and you sometimes simply just have to give in and know when to say, um, "When!" A glass of wine and/or evening yoga by the hearth with the Grand Duchess (who has practiced for over 20 years), and then off into la-la land. Zzzzzzzzz. More immediately, I'm recovering, mentally speaking, from a grueling Friday in which I was involved with three (online) conference sessions, one right after the other, followed by a 90-minute meeting at the end of the day. Also virtual. My brain has been mush ever since, so an easy, completely unproductive Saturday watching intermittent snow fall outside (no accumulation however) and drinking coffee while the visiting handymen completed some repair work down h...
Here's one of those once in a lifetime photo opportunities. A squadron of as yet unpainted dragoons race to defend the town against the giant pet cat "Rannveig." The fact that kitty sat still long enough for Sonja to snap the picture is amazing! And in the fine tradition of all of those Japanese monster movies from the 50s and 60s, Rannveig ate the clock tower on the town hall shortly afterwards, and stomped on all of the little stolenians as they ran for cover. She breathed her fiery deathray of catfood breath in the direction of the defending government troops, to keep them at bay.
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Both are of the "British Shorthair" variety. One is a "tuxedo catzilla" similar to your nemesis.
The other, however, is a dilute calico of the "Cattius Brattius" subvariety of Catzillas.
I suspect that a foreign nation may be behind thes horrible creatures. We should see if we can find out who they are.
-- Jeff
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