The cat wasn't interrupted really. For some reason he takes great pleasure in sitting quietly in the library paper basket. A little odd, perhaps, but then again he is the cat that likes to scare the UPS driver by magically sticking himself to the kitchen door with great noise and suddenness.

You've seen this photo before; I need to take a new one since he is much larger now; still does it.
However, under normal circumstance, this is his most cherished hobby:

He's quite good at it.
Back to the Falklands for a moment, give Sandy Woodward's book "One Hundred Days" a go. He was the Battle Group commander for the Falklands expedition. It is a good solid read, takes a little time to address some of the press-hysteria and hand-wringing, and is a pretty even handed treatment to include good analysis of his own mistakes without making excuses. I had the privilege of meeting Sandy Woodward and being able to sit informally and tell sea-stories back and forth. There was much more than met the eye, a quickwitted slightly irreverent twinkle lurked very close to the surface. Fate rather than the Admiralty chose who would command, and Fate made the much better choice.




