Opening post by Cathryn Furr · #1
Several of you have asked, in private, and pretended not to in public. Here it is.
The matter at hand is why my war table now belongs to a cat.
The lobster treats are kept locked now, in a chest, in a room, behind a door. She has defeated all three. I have begun to admire it, which I understand is the first mistake.
Mock if you like. You will ask after them by name within the fortnight.