As I sat at my desk I heard the well known thump of heavy boots, I look up at my second in command Omig standing in my office door, looking hesitant. “How did it go?”
Omig broke eye contact, “Beggin yer pardon marm, it didn’t go at all.”
My left ear started to twitch, never a good sign. “And why didn’t it go?”
Omig rubbed his muzzle, “Well marm it was the militia, they did their usual bang and blunder down the alley outside, well the contacts, they just up and flit, ‘ninked out quick as can be. We packed up and lit out.”
I turned my head and glared at him, “So why didn’t you just take care of the militia problem?”
Omig winced, “Because marm you’ve never given us specific orders as to what we should do with em-” and immediately regretted opening his mouth
.My paws slammed the desk as I rose, ears laid back teeth bared, “WHAT IN PROFITS NAME DO I PAY YOU FOR? WHY DIDN’T YOU JUST USE YOUR BRAINS, AND COMMON SENSE?”I reached out and grabbed his lapels, “OH I REMEMBER NOW, YOU DON’T HAVE ANY! FIX THIS MILITIA PROBLEM OMIG, OR YOU’LL BE DOING PERMANENT ANCHOR DUTY IN THE BAY!”
A soft cough came from the doorway, “What is it Mr Eliot?”
The dapper little cat stood there absently playing with a strait razor. “If you wish Madam, I shall take care of this militia distraction for you.”
I let go of Omig and sat back down heavily. “Fine Eliot, do what you need to do, just fix it.”
Mr Eliot turned, “As you wish madam.”
I leaned back rubbing my temples, “Now both of you, GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!”
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