Field Marshal Turkish von Turkenstein (Lord Commander, 1st Feline Home Defense Regiment) is taking his duties very seriously indeed as we gird for the dawn of the New World Ordure.
You will notice, for example, his steely gaze. Resolute, is it not?
Also, and too, the crumpled papers with which he has surrounded the Turkenbunker. No jackbooted Trumpetista can approach his position without causing them to rattle. Fear, fire, foes! Awake!
Finally, observe the collected Tolkien in the bookshelf. Instant access to comprehensive advice as regards the arts of war and magic!
We all may sleep a little easier tonight.
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But, can he dance for a carrot? Nah.
Definitely a nah. He’s more of an ankle-grabber. Make ya drop the carrot.
We would all be well advised to heed the Field Marshall’s example.
We’re gonna need a bigger box.
That little smudge on the nose and those dabs on his ears and head make him look like he’s been up to mischief. An illusion, of course. Turk has an entire Ranch to patrol and humans and critters in need of ‘shape up’.
He’s a good-looking boy, isn’t he, Libby? Most of the mischief he delegates to his aide-de-camp, Miss Mia Sopaipilla. She’s a pistol, that one.
A little Sun Tzu and Tolkien can support you through many trials.