Peace On Earth Blah Blah Blah…

The truce proves unexpectedly robust. Many expected hostilities to resume within days, and therefore did not make suitable plans for peace.


Outreach between former enemies continues. Alas, the best intentions can have unexpected results.


We’ve managed the peace, and we’re doing reasonably well on the love, but understanding will need a bit more work, it seems.

And trust, always fragile, is so easily broken.


We adhere to the philosophy that if you want peace, prepare for war. Also bring Altoids.


I can’t claim to know what will happen with the truce, but I do foresee hazardous duty claims rising exponentially….

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The Hazards of Peace

This living in harmony stuff sounds lovely until you’re faced with a former enemy needing a hug:


Confusion frequently arises when cultural barriers come down. We have lately been witnessing some of the more severe effects:


In a spirit of inclusion, we’re trying to teach the dogs our ways.


Sigh. They said war would be hell. They didn’t tell us that peace would also be hell.

The Truce Continues

If you ask me, the “love thine enemy” stuff is getting laid on a little thick:


Would someone please pass the insulin?

Seeing as how it’s the new year and all, we’ve made a few resolutions:

We’ll see how long that last resolution lasts…

A Fragile Peace

The dogs have sued for peace, and as this allows us to concentrate our efforts on the war with Greater Mausistan, we magnanimously agreed. We have even allowed them to claim their “superior” technology as a factor. Why quibble when we know we are worshiped as gods?


The cessation of hostilities has allowed us to focus our attentions on more deserving enemies:


Needless to say, we were not fooled by such pathetic tactics. Our war with Greater Mausistan ended abruptly. Our soldiers are home just in time for the holidays, and peace reigns.

Some of our troops are finding it hard to adjust.


And the dogs are finding that holiday cheer can be humiliating.

While we are discovering that holiday cheer can be hazardous.


If we survive this truce, it will be nothing short of miraculous.

A Second Front

While the dog and his minions cast aspersions on our science while channeling their energies into weapons systems we’d discarded long ago, we discover that a second front has opened:


We suffered losses in a sneak attack from Greater Mausistan, but are happy to report that the situation is being handled:


Good intelligence wins wars. We will soon bring Greater Mausistan to its knees. Our kung fu is better than their kung fu – as the dogs will soon discover:


As the old song says, “Those cats were fast as lightning.” Oh, but we are!

Battle Magic

Our spies tell us the enemy’s allies are experiencing difficulties with motivation and organization:


Meanwhile, with a break in the weather, a major offensive has been launched. At first, motivating our own troops proved tricky, but after a rousing speech made by our general, we were able to march:


Careful studies of hypnosis, combined with information culled from ancient grimoires, allowed us to wreak havoc among enemy soldiers: