In the Service of Her Majesty The Queen

What was that about bulky green-skinned maiden? Sounds ultra-luscious, may I see her? Court her?

 

It's Meleny with her strength consoled to 18 and her race to 1/2 orc, then I give her the Unholy Orc Double Axe and she becomes..."Perky Death!" :dead::chick:

 

I hope you had a good day and the night went well.

Here in the US, it was a long weekend; hope it was a pleasant mini-break for those who didn't have to work.

Tonight, I did work, but it was quiet. Only one phone call.

The drive home was interesting. Pulled over on the other side of the road (narrow 2 lane road) there was a cop car with its flashers on and another regular car. I slowed way down, but a driver in the other lane did not. In the side mirror, I saw the cop running for his cruiser, and another guy just standing there (had thought at first there were 3 men, but maybe not). Couldn't tell if the other guy was a cop or not. The cop's flashers went off for a few seconds, then back on. After that, I couldn't tell what was going on.

Then, about 2 miles away on another street, there were 3 cop cars pulled over onto the meridian (much wider 4 lane road), the last one in line with its flashers on. But no regular cars pulled over.

Couldn't have been much wrong back at the first site, or the other cops would have been rushing en masse to the scene. I don't know how it is in other cities, but here if there is any problem involving a law enforcement officer, every patrol car in town, county, city and state cars, responds. I don't know if they are supposed to, but they do. Someone could easily rob a bank.

But my curiosity just won't shut up.


To all who sleep tonight on this side of the soon to be dark earth,

The Nightly Mission:

Sleep well and be glad
there are no cop car
flashers in your driveway.

Wake up closer to the
dark moon.


May the Lady smile
on me and you too.

G'Night.

 

Too bad she does not exist in reality! (And in multiple copies too! :chick::chick::chick

Scryler, do police officers on patrol duty carry assault rifles or sub-machine guns in US ?

 

Others may know the answer to this better than I do. Most of them I think carry a rifle or shotgun, some type of weapon other than their handgun, on a rack in the vehicle, but maybe not.

We have something called 'tac squads' in the US. They look like special armed forces squads to me. Very fearsome. Armed to the hilt, weapons all over them. They may be called something else now.

 

In general, Sergio, no. Scryler has got it right.

An officer will usually carry a pistol. Maybe a baton, a tazer, mace, depending on the local policy.

There was an officer who works off-duty at a restaurant in our patrol area who in May killed a Syrian bank robber armed with a Kaloshnikov using only his 9mm. The perp had shot up four cars and wounded several people. He was hiding in his van and the officer fired a pattern blind into the rear of the van, striking him in the butt, then the forehead. It was later on "America's Most Wanted" as the perp was on the FBI's most wanted.

 

My cat is dead. I don't think I am going to be writing tonight.

 

I'm sorry to hear that. It's tough to lose a friend. :hug:

 

Sorry to hear that I know how much it hurts.

 

Oh my dearest Scry, My heart and soul goes out to you on this one. *MASSIVE :hug: *

Damn shame we can't *talk* vocally on this. Writing will just have to do.

Please PM, if you want to or feel the need. Seriously.

 

I'm sorry

 

Thank you GA82, Hugh, Gaear, Emirkol and whn74.

I slept all day and feel better.

Willie was buried yesterday in the back yard. If that violates any of the county laws, well they can just take me to jail.

FYI, a bit of macabre info, I was told that when you dig a grave during the full moon, you will have dirt left over, but you won't have any left over if you dig the grave during the dark moon. There wasn't any left over and it was a big box...Willie was a big cat, close to 20 lbs.

There is some kind of scientific reasoning behind this, something about water content and the pull of the moon, it's position, etc. etc. but I didn't catch it, not being too capable of processing information at the time.

I am going to relate how I got Willie. I may have done this before, but I don't care, I'm going to do it again. I need to.

I was living in a remodeled hunter's cabin on the side of a mountain. If you are interested, google earth Baker City, OR and look for Washington Gulch Road. I don't know how built up the area is now, but back then it was all forested, very few houses.

The cabin had a long flight of stairs, similar to those you find going down cliffs to the beach at the ocean. At the base of the stairs, our road made a switchback turn that I was always afraid of when it snowed, as more than once I slid off the road and had to call my room mate (who never did slide off the road) to winch my little truck back up. There was also a small garage at the end of the switchback that had been converted into a horse stable/barn.

I had just called the vet to see if he had any kittens and was coming down the stairs to go get one of them when I saw some movement down at the barn. You know how sometimes your eyes get this telescoping effect where you actually experience a zoom process? That happened and I saw that the movement was a small kitten, shivering in the sunlight where the first snow of the year had melted. It was Alex. I went down the rest of the stairs, picking my way cautiously as there was still ice on them and when I got to the barn, Alex darted around the side of the barn.

I went inside the barn, thinking to come around out the back and catch him, and found his sister dead on the frozen earthen floor. It looked like she had been on the bottom of the pile and froze to death. I buried her later that day. I continued out the back, around the side, only to see Alex dash under a pile of wood scrap in front of the barn, at the side of the switchback.

After a bit, Willie emerged from the wood pile, too curious to stay hidden (always one of his main problems, his curiosity) but not moving away from the pile either. He was so cute. Willie was part Maine Coon and had all of the characteristics, the long outer layers of fur, the thick underlayer, the color pattern, the size. Alex has the same coloring, but is smaller and has short hair, no underlayer.

Our eyes met, and Willie wasn't afraid, at all. I can't recall him ever being afraid, not even of large dogs...which can't be true, or he wouldn't have lived as long as he did. I've seen Willie take on a medium sized herd dog and win, but normally he never had to fight. He'd just stand sideways, fluff up and frighten what ever it was away.

Alex is the fighter...the meanest cat fighter I have ever seen. He has always been feral and never has let anyone else touch him except me.

Anyway, I called the vet again, asked if he had a hav-a-hart trap, went and got it, put it out and put a can of open tunafish in it and then waited in the cabin. There was a small unused room that had some sheets of plywood in it, so I fixed it up with a litter box, food bowls, etc., and pulled one of the plywood sheets out to block off the doorway.

Willie was caught in the trap first. I brought him up to the room, put him in it, then waited again for Alex to get caught...and of course, he eventually did. Took a while. But he was just too hungry to resist the tuna. I put little pieces of tuna in a trail leading to the can, and that got him in the trap.

I sat on the floor in the little room for days with the food bowl next to me before Alex would come near me. Willie let me pet him long before that.

I think the previous owners of the cabin had abandoned the mother cat when they moved. She showed up, half starved like her kittens, a couple of days after I let Willie and Alex out of the little room to roam free throughout the cabin. She was tame, obviously not feral. I think she did her best to feed the kittens, but wasn't able to hunt for them when the snow covered up the ground. Or maybe she never did hunt for them. (Not all cats hunt...they have to learn it from their mother. Willie and Alex hunted though, even brought home a baby rabbit once. So I suspect she did.) I think they were about 6 or 8 weeks old and she probably ran out of milk.

I had to have the mother cat put to sleep eventually, as she never did learn to use a litter box, maybe the reason the previous cabin owners abandoned her.

Back to the beginning. So there I was, on my way to the vet to get a kitten and there were two of them right on the doorstep so to speak. I call that a god-shot.

Call it what you may, there is no doubt that I saved Willie and Alex's lives. I believe when you save a life, you owe a life. So I promised them that I would take care of them as best as I could. And I have tried to do just that.

I knew the day would come when I would have to put Willie down, when he was first diagnosed with diabetes. I watched my brother die from diabetes. And yesterday morning, when I got up and saw he was bleeding out of one side of his nose, I knew that day had come. The vet confirmed it.

Willie died in my arms. It was very hard. He was in my life for 17 years.

Willie was my favorite. We all have favorites, the one we love more than the others, or at least I do. So maybe now Alex will come into his own.

 

Thanks for telling the story. You changed a miserable, sad little ending into a good life for two lost souls.

 

I hope you had a good day and the night went well.

You all know how my last couple of days has gone, so I'll get on with it.


To all who sleep tonight on this side of the dark dark earth,

The Nightly Mission:

Sleep and be glad
when you wake up
the next morning.


May the Lady smile
on me and you too.

G'Night.