T his weekend, the question of what, precisely, constitutes an "imagination" came up in an online forum of which I am a part. To be fair, the issue originates from further afield in a Facebook group that I am not a member of, but I weighed in with my own view. The following was in response to the question posed yesterday (Sunday) morning by an exasperated member of my own rather more gentlemanly town square, who had been met with a strident response to information he shared about his (admirable) hobby activities on said FB group. Here is, more or less, what I wrote: To my mind, the concept of imagi-nation(s) is a broad one. It can range from historical refights or what-if scenarios/battles/campaigns between armies of a particular era, to completely made up combatants operating in a quasi-historical setting, to the rather generic red and blue forces of the Prussian Kriegspiel that examine a particular tactical problem, task, or exercise. ...
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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