And there we were boys. Your Gromps and I knee deep in cat dander and fallen eucalyptus trees surrounded on all sides by the enemy’s Bengal Kitten mounted unit. That was when your Gromps ramboed up the nearest tree with our flare gun and Mocha’s catnip supply. Moments later, he streaked the cloud covered sky with fiery satchels of catnip, which the tigers couldn’t help but chase after. And that is how your Gromps saved our lives and the entire population of Sydney.