This Is A Kitty Cat Story About One Funny Cat - Everybody has a Leo in their life, sometimes you just
do not know it.
Kyrgyzstan, December 2006
I have to say that I am really proud of the dedicated airmen at the mobility processing center we have
here. They have a fine tuned process for getting people their mobility gear before then head down
range into the Afghanistan region.
Things run so smoothly that I do not even have to get up any more at 0430 when they normally start
their day when the rotation plane arrives. So imagine my surprise when I had to answer my cell phone at
0509, being notified that there as an emergency down at the mobility center!
Rushing out of my room, trying to get dressed as I ran down the outside stairs, I slipped and slid most
of the way down them. Picking myself up and looking around to see if anyone had seen this, I continued
on to my vehicle. I have to honestly say that my pride was hurt more than my back end.
“Slow down,” I told myself. You will do nobody any good getting injured.
Reaching my vehicle, I sat there for a full 10 minutes trying to warm it up. Then the phone started
ringing again. Answering it, I was told that I better be at the center in the next 3 minutes or else!
Damn! Running across the compound, sliding on ice, falling another 3 times, I finally made it there.
As I approached, I saw 4 buses parked outside of the center, over 90 people milling around back by the
smoking area; including my personnel. I heard as I approached, “I hope he is ok”, “Is he going to
survive?” “What moron would do this?”, “Poor guy” and other comments that started my heart racing. I
was praying that nothing serious had happened to any of my troops.
I broke through the crowd, not sure what I would find. And there he was, sitting up on his butt,
shivering, looking cold and exhausted …. It was the little bastard, Leo!
He saw me and barely lifting up his paw, pointed to me and said in a weak, pitiful voice, “That’s Jurge,
that’s the one that froze my butt to the ground” then fell over onto his side.
All of a sudden, the mood of the crown turned angry and they started to form a circle around me. Just
as I thought I might have to defend myself and try to fight my way out, I hear the command “Group,
Come To Attention!” come from the back of the crowd. We all snapped to, and waited.
Thankful for the interruption, I was counting my blessings. Whoever had taken charge had saved me and
could straighten out this mess. But nooooo, that was not to be the case.
Breaking through the crowd, carrying Leo over her shoulder, (Leo is snuggling against her neck) walks
Capt C. She gives me an evil stare and tells me so keep at attention. Everyone else is told to relax and
leave.
Of course, nobody does, they all want to see the outcome of this!
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, you despicable, cat hating, immoral, perverted example of all that is wrong with the
male human race, what do you have to say for yourself?”
George: “Ma’am …I, well….ummm, I do not know what to say. I am not even sure what happened here
with Leo”
Capt C: “I’m sure that you don’t Sgt Jurge. You have nothing to say about why you poured water on his
butt and stuck him to the ground?”
Just then Leo whispers into her ear.
Capt C: “And what about you making Leo sleep outside under the boardwalk and eat food from the trash
cans?
Leo starts purring louder, then whispers into her ear once more.
Capt C: “And what is this about you not letting Leo have espresso, only hot water?”
George: “Ma’am, in defense of myself I would like to …”
Capt C: “There is no defense you can provide! You have used, abused and nearly frozen this poor cat, see
how weak and hungry he is?”
Just then, Leo lets his head fall back, goes limp, and lets out a long sigh.
George: “Ma’am, I've seen this before, the little bastard puts on an act to gain sympathy and to get
‘adopted” by who ever is his mark.
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, if you expect me to believe that, you are sadly mistaken. So here is what you will
do. First, you will run, not walk, but run, over to the dinning hall and have them make Leo a breakfast
sandwich. Then, you will run, not walk, but run, over to the Coffee Bar where you will get Leo a triple
espresso mocha double chocolate ….”
George: “But Ma’am, a triple will make the little bastard so hyper that ….”
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, did I say you could speak?
George: “No Ma’am”
Capt C: “After you have the espresso and the breakfast sandwich, you will deliver them to our VIP room
where Leo will be waiting for you. I will be putting him up there for the next few days so he can rest
and recover. You will be responsible for the food, room and honor bar charges.”
George: “Yes Ma’am.”
Capt C: “And lastly, we have about 1,500 lbs of whole bean coffee that was sent in to us. After you get
off work each day, you will report to the command center where you will grind up all of the coffee. Now
get going!”
Well, needless to say, Leo made a friend, I spend weeks grinding up coffee after work and I also spent
a lot of time trying to avoid the base population, they were making some nasty comments to me every
where I went. What is even worse, I had to try and avoid Capt C, who kept an eye out on me for the
rest of the time that she was here.
You think that I would learn to keep the little bastard at home instead of taking him with me, but he is
my little buddy. I just wish that he quit playing his games. Though I do like telling his kitty cat story.
do not know it.
Kyrgyzstan, December 2006
I have to say that I am really proud of the dedicated airmen at the mobility processing center we have
here. They have a fine tuned process for getting people their mobility gear before then head down
range into the Afghanistan region.
Things run so smoothly that I do not even have to get up any more at 0430 when they normally start
their day when the rotation plane arrives. So imagine my surprise when I had to answer my cell phone at
0509, being notified that there as an emergency down at the mobility center!
Rushing out of my room, trying to get dressed as I ran down the outside stairs, I slipped and slid most
of the way down them. Picking myself up and looking around to see if anyone had seen this, I continued
on to my vehicle. I have to honestly say that my pride was hurt more than my back end.
“Slow down,” I told myself. You will do nobody any good getting injured.
Reaching my vehicle, I sat there for a full 10 minutes trying to warm it up. Then the phone started
ringing again. Answering it, I was told that I better be at the center in the next 3 minutes or else!
Damn! Running across the compound, sliding on ice, falling another 3 times, I finally made it there.
As I approached, I saw 4 buses parked outside of the center, over 90 people milling around back by the
smoking area; including my personnel. I heard as I approached, “I hope he is ok”, “Is he going to
survive?” “What moron would do this?”, “Poor guy” and other comments that started my heart racing. I
was praying that nothing serious had happened to any of my troops.
I broke through the crowd, not sure what I would find. And there he was, sitting up on his butt,
shivering, looking cold and exhausted …. It was the little bastard, Leo!
He saw me and barely lifting up his paw, pointed to me and said in a weak, pitiful voice, “That’s Jurge,
that’s the one that froze my butt to the ground” then fell over onto his side.
All of a sudden, the mood of the crown turned angry and they started to form a circle around me. Just
as I thought I might have to defend myself and try to fight my way out, I hear the command “Group,
Come To Attention!” come from the back of the crowd. We all snapped to, and waited.
Thankful for the interruption, I was counting my blessings. Whoever had taken charge had saved me and
could straighten out this mess. But nooooo, that was not to be the case.
Breaking through the crowd, carrying Leo over her shoulder, (Leo is snuggling against her neck) walks
Capt C. She gives me an evil stare and tells me so keep at attention. Everyone else is told to relax and
leave.
Of course, nobody does, they all want to see the outcome of this!
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, you despicable, cat hating, immoral, perverted example of all that is wrong with the
male human race, what do you have to say for yourself?”
George: “Ma’am …I, well….ummm, I do not know what to say. I am not even sure what happened here
with Leo”
Capt C: “I’m sure that you don’t Sgt Jurge. You have nothing to say about why you poured water on his
butt and stuck him to the ground?”
Just then Leo whispers into her ear.
Capt C: “And what about you making Leo sleep outside under the boardwalk and eat food from the trash
cans?
Leo starts purring louder, then whispers into her ear once more.
Capt C: “And what is this about you not letting Leo have espresso, only hot water?”
George: “Ma’am, in defense of myself I would like to …”
Capt C: “There is no defense you can provide! You have used, abused and nearly frozen this poor cat, see
how weak and hungry he is?”
Just then, Leo lets his head fall back, goes limp, and lets out a long sigh.
George: “Ma’am, I've seen this before, the little bastard puts on an act to gain sympathy and to get
‘adopted” by who ever is his mark.
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, if you expect me to believe that, you are sadly mistaken. So here is what you will
do. First, you will run, not walk, but run, over to the dinning hall and have them make Leo a breakfast
sandwich. Then, you will run, not walk, but run, over to the Coffee Bar where you will get Leo a triple
espresso mocha double chocolate ….”
George: “But Ma’am, a triple will make the little bastard so hyper that ….”
Capt C: “Sgt Jurge, did I say you could speak?
George: “No Ma’am”
Capt C: “After you have the espresso and the breakfast sandwich, you will deliver them to our VIP room
where Leo will be waiting for you. I will be putting him up there for the next few days so he can rest
and recover. You will be responsible for the food, room and honor bar charges.”
George: “Yes Ma’am.”
Capt C: “And lastly, we have about 1,500 lbs of whole bean coffee that was sent in to us. After you get
off work each day, you will report to the command center where you will grind up all of the coffee. Now
get going!”
Well, needless to say, Leo made a friend, I spend weeks grinding up coffee after work and I also spent
a lot of time trying to avoid the base population, they were making some nasty comments to me every
where I went. What is even worse, I had to try and avoid Capt C, who kept an eye out on me for the
rest of the time that she was here.
You think that I would learn to keep the little bastard at home instead of taking him with me, but he is
my little buddy. I just wish that he quit playing his games. Though I do like telling his kitty cat story.
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