Dharmaruci, DR in my vernacular has asked several times about the soldier’s strong Neptunian signature. He wonders how it plays and here’s a sample of that.

As the back story, I used to sing him the Siamese Cat song from Lady In The Tramp when we were kids. Goes like this:

We are Siamese if you please
We are Siamese if you don’t please
We are from a residence of Siam
There is no finer cat than I am

That last line I would sing with great flourish even though I sing horribly and he’d roll off the bed wiping tears from laughing at me. I used to sing that song all the time. This is one of his strongest memories from that time so with that in mind, last night he calls me…

“Yeah, I was going to have some of that chicken you made for me, P. I was going to make a chicken sandwich but then this pregnant kitty came along and I thought, oh look. That could be, P.”

I laughed.

“Yeah. I thought, that could be P all right and she was hissing at me too. A pregnant cat hissing right at me and looking at my chicken,” he said. “She was eyein’ it. Staring right at my chicken and hissing right in my face. And I thought, is that you, P? Ahhh, that could P.”

“Cause I hiss at you?”

“Yeah, sometimes. Sometimes you hiss at me. But anyway, here’s this hissing kitty who is pregnant. And she’s eyeing my chicken and I know she wants me to give it to her. She wants my chicken for sure.”

I laughed.

‘So what the hell. I gave it to her. I just handed it right to her in case it was you, even thought I though I knew it was probably not you.”

“She take it?’

“Oh yeah. She took my chicken, she ate it and then she just hung out and hissed at me some more. Cute little kitty, too. She looked just like you.”

“I’m glad you fed her.”

“Of course I fed her. She was pregnant. She was a mama, P just like you.”