by Charity Chapman

Colonel Charming pranced proudly back and forth across the dew-kissed ground as morning broke over the Gettysburg fields, raising one paw every now and then as he stopped himself and supported himself with the other three, addressing his brave division of tabbies, persians and scottish folds.  "Yes, I know they are mice, but we should never forget that they have large numbers," he said, his expression rather serious now as he sat down on his haunches in front of the fierce feline warriors, who more than made up for their stature with their hearts full of might.

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