It's not enough that I have 9 draft posts to finish but yesterday evening Mrs Grigork and I had to say goodbye to one of my wargaming helpers. Jess gave us great joy over her 12.5 years with us and over the course of half a day the minor complaint we thought we were having checked out at the vets turned in to something terminal. She didn't suffer and lived her live to the full as only a cat can.
I'll miss her sharping her claws on fields, biting bayonets, tapping figures on to the floor, biting trees, putting her nose into everything left uncovered, making the space cloth hairy and last but not least the famous flock/litter tray debacle, quickly followed by the basing sand tray disaster (all trays were on shelves high up on a book case).
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| Jess checking the Soviet approach |
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| The sniper is here. My opponent hadn't noticed until the team was pointed out. |
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| Fields my favourite |
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| Jess not approving of Full Thrust |
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| I still haven't finished these |
