Josephine lay under the chair of General Knox, playing with the tassels of his sword. It was really listless play as the dear cat was bored. She needed something to do, to hunt, to challenge her hunting senses. A cat needs a certain level of excitement in life. Maybe there is a moth or mouse around to chase? Anything would be better that these stuffy, blabbering old men.

Just then, her ears picked up a sound. It was ever so slight, like a wisp of wind, but her instincts told different. She turned her head to see and the sight schock her so that she involuntarily let out a hiss,

then quickly got up and leapt into the lap of Lt. Col. Schmidgall. Surprised by the cats action the Lt. Col. said, "Why my dear Josephine, how nice of you to come visit." But, instead of turning to look at him as he scratched behind her ears, she looked away and hissed again.

Looking towards the point of the cats attention, he realized the reason for the cats attitude.......
Yes, Der Wurger is in the Haus!
"Helga, Helga mein Schotz, I am so dry, a drink, a drink for my throat. Why, I never be able to sing my best without something to wet my whistle!"
"Ach, you French, you call this a party. It is much too quiet heir!

Why, you'd think it might be a funeral. Nein, nein, this is not gut! Wir muss Singen!

" "ok, ok, ja, ja.... it's suppose to be a French party, zo, in celebration of Herr Schmidgalls promotion I have a special treat."

Aupres de ma blonde
Qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon.
Aupres de ma blonde
Qu'il fait bon rester
Au jardin de mon pere les lauriers sont fleuris,
Au jardin de mon pere les lauriers sont fleuris,.
Tous les oiseaux du monde s'en vont y fair' leurs nids.
La caill', la tourterelle, et le jolie perdrix
La caill', la tourterelle, et le jolie perdrix
Et la blanche colombe qui chante jour et nuit.
Elle chante pour les filles qui n'ont pas de mari.
Elle chante pour les filles qui n'ont pas de mari.
Elle ne chant pas pour moi, car j'en ai-t-un joli.
Il est dans la Hollande, les Hollandais l'ont pris.
Il est dans la Hollande, les Hollandais l'ont pris.
"Que donneriez-vous, belle, pour qu'on vous le rendit?"
Je donnerais Versailles, Paris et Saint Denis.
Je donnerais Versailles, Paris et Saint Denis.
Les tours de Notre Dame et l'clocher d'mon pays.
Et la claire fontaine de mon jardin joli.
Et la claire fontaine de mon jardin joli.
Et ma jolie colombe pour avoir mon mari!
Congratulations Mein Herr!