At long last my trophy has arrived at our barn. It's not antique Victorian sterling silver, actually it's a shiny plastic and it's not three feet tall, it's closer to seven inches, but I'm nevertheless inordinately pleased. The motif is the winged goddess of Victory, holding aloft a laurel wreath, a classical theme which I find most suitable. The tall woman is at something called a cottage so she was not here for the photography session but the woman has taken some images that will give my readers a general idea of what the trophy looks like. The humans will install a shelf in my room to hold it and any future trophies.
The largest flying/biting insects in the known world have arrived and are making us feel like innocent villagers under sniper fire. These creatures are the size of a mini-carrot and have the ability to remove large chunks of our flesh. They are very clever and land on our backs where we can't dislodge them. The only options are to drop to our knees and begin rolling frantically or to gallop at high speed for the run-in and hope they don't follow us inside. The humans said they are the approximate size of a Hercules aircraft used for troop movement. I believe this to be true - it's the only logical explanation. Jack says they are one of the plagues mentioned in the bible and he must know because he was around when it was being written.
There is a disgraceful class division in our family of mixed species - the cat and dog live in the house with the humans and we are left to fend for ourselves in the much inferior barn. If we lived in the house the terrible plague flies couldn't bite us and we could help the humans with whatever it is they do in there. I simply don't understand their obvious prejudice, especially now that I am an award winner.