And again

An anonymous reader points out that it wasn't just the Veteran's Day post that I was late with. It's true; two weeks ago, I had a trade show to do, so I figured I had a valid excuse to skip it. Last week, I didn't really have an excuse, but figured that I could make something up in a pinch to rationalize my laziness if I had to. However, this would be the third week in a row, and although I've slipped in two ultra-brief posts this week, I do have to admit that the public cannot be denied. Three weeks without Friday Frickin' Cat Blogging is just too much to try to get away with, so without further ado here are some affable, fuzzy felines. Just revel in their puckish humor!

I've had an epic post brewing in my head regarding the terrorists insurgents rebels militants extremists combattants français de liberté (and you knew it, didn't you?). I'm not altogether certain just where it will wind up if written, as it ties together a number of threads and I'm still not decided just how they're all weighted. My computer time is limited these days, but if I can get it outlined, and it doesn't look like what you can read on any of dozens of other blogs, I'll try to get it up in the next few days. Before cat-time next week for sure.

Late again

Although I'm late to blog it, I did take time to remember the sacrifices of generations past and present on the anniversary that we celebrate as Veteran's Day. Fortunately, the ever-reliable blogosphere widely recognized our vets in a more timely fashion, but I had to get one more post in anyway. I hope that I can be forgiven for marking the occasion with a few words from a Canadian which always seem relevant to me at this time of year.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD

Birthday wishes

To the United States Marine Corp:

For 230 years, you've stood as the guarantor of every promise our country has made, be it to our fellow citizens or to people around the world. Thank you for the humbling job that you do, and I wish you another year of success.