Recently I was engaged in a Viking battle that we won, by the way. But, before I get into that, I have some spainin' to do:
Cats have nine lives. For me that means I have some parallel lives. I know, I thought this was bogus, too, but it explains my infrequent exploits and the traces they leave behind.
For instance, I, Father Tom Fishworthy, in an alternate universe recently was invincible Viking General Fishgar the Horrible, ruthless with man and mouse.
Here I am in my helmet. Do you like my horns?
Very proud in my full battle regalia depicted on my victory poster. I have a hankie from the Lady Fishgar tucked into my armor next to my heart.
A leader should always be on the battlefield with his men. It's great for ESPRIT DE CLAW...!
Well, I was so caught up in everything that I didn't notice I had an injury. Alas!! A sword point down my nose, drawing blood!
And it has remained! Even though I have returned from my journey it is there for all the world to see!
The housekeeper was bereft and has gone about clucking and putting on some healing salve.
In true mancat fashion, I am enduring all the attention.
I'm hoping for at least a scar.
~All for now until my next adventure,
I am your faithful servant and courageous mancat,