Well, I'd been callin for reinforcements for my orange tabby army to defend Texas, and finally Crockett showed up.
Yep, my grandma adopted dis lil orange dude. Contrary to some roomers ya may hear, I were not scared of him at first. I just didn't like all da hissin dat him and Maurice were doing and da dogs were all excited and so I decided to beat a quick retreat to my room and go under my bench to form a good battle plan for me and da little dude.
Soon I was puttin him through trainin, since dat are da job of a Commandin Officer. Or "playin" as your humans may call it. It are really trainin in da art of ribbon fightin . . .
Now, off to go draw a line in da litter with my claws . . .