Special Ops Remmie Reporting In for the FLO (Ferret Liberation
Organization)

Salute!  (I can see you through the monitor.)

Our MOM (Manger of Mustiledes) is feeling melancholy as it is the 17th
anniversary of the first recruit in our command post; Lt. Chipper. I
never met the sable girl, but there are pictures of her all over the
Squad Room and Internet. She was a decorated Officer and lived a long
happy life.
(Thanks JK for your help.)

So, my other update is on Captain Ryder. It seems the
Des-whatchacallit-thingy implant may be working to stop him from
urinating all over the unit. Thanks Dr. Powers. Please advise HQ when
we should consider impaling him for the left adrenal tumor. MOM still
doesn't understand the hairball issue. We all get Laxatone and use the
latrine regularly. Oh! Many years ago, as the story is told, MOM pulled
a hairball sticking out of Lt. Chipper's butt and saw her throw up one
(hairball, not butt) ~ unbeweevable, but true.

Private Silver still thinks she is COO of this unit because she's
svelte. MOM begs to differ. She said 'just laying around on the floor
or beds does not give you rights to poop on the stairs.' The Private
needs boot camp 101. Any outpost willing for a transfer or exchange?

MOM had an job interview today and one this Friday, both contracts, but
our commissary is low and she will take what she gets. Someone say
Thank God and Amen! Note to J.E.D.; your moila is eventually coming.

I am doing my best to keep the KAOS canine corp and Feline Initiative
at bay. MOM thinks I've gain too much weight and should do drills
around the 1,200 sq. ft. base. She worries about sumptin called
'lympho' as she has BTDT and doesn't want to do it again. She needs
to do some drills herself. Oh, CRAP, her she comes to get m e off the
p o o t e r ...

Signing Off, Special Ops. Remmie
Salute! (I can see you through the monitor.)

Shari

[Posted in FML 7364]