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[As everybody scurries around getting food distributed and put
into storage, they are interrupted by the sound of a fleet of
helicopters flying overhead. As they watch, the choppers make low
passes over the neighboring blackened hillsides, and drop clouds
of something green. After dropping a load of green stuff, a
helicopter will fly off, then the next copter in line drops it's
load right next to where the previous one dropped. In short order
all of the surrounding hillsides have been covered with the
mysterious green stuff.

The lead copter approached Ginger Valley, and as it gets closer
it’s seen that this is actually a catacopter, with a little
silver kitty at the controls. The copter lands in a clearing and
the kitty gets out.]

Sammy: Francesca, is dat you? What are you doing flying da
catacopter? And where did you find it?

Francesca the Fierce: Yes, itz me. I was going thru da desk in my
room at home - you know, da room dat used to be Harri Roadcat’s
- an I founded her notes on where da catacopter was hangered and
how to fly it. I was out tryin it out when I saw dat all the hills
around here was black, and figgered dat wifout grass an stuff when
da rains come all da soil will wash away. So I ‘ported over to
da Forest Service base in Sam Bernardino an found some offur
kitties who could fly, and we dropped a mixture of grass seed an
mulch an fertilizer on da burned areas. Dat way mebbe some grass
will start to grow before the rains come an mebbe we can avoid
flooding.

Sammy: Wow! Dats a good idea. Do you fink mebbe some of da Forest
Service cats could arrange to get more trees planted here, to help
da critters dat eat parts of trees?

Francesca: Already workin on it! Later today a bunch of volunteers
will be flying in wif some seedlings. In fact, dat sounds like dem
now.

[Sure enough, a large cargo helicopter is soon seen heading for
the clearing. It’s a good thing it’s a big clearing! After
the big Sikorsky settles and it’s rotors wind down, the side
door opens and a large beaver wearing a hard cat emerges.]

Francesca: Sammy, dis is mine friend Chip. Him brought a dozen
volunteers and dozens of seedlings. Chip, dis is mine brofur
Sammy.

Chip: Hey there, Sam! How they hangin? Nice to meetcha. Hey,
Franny, we’re all ready to go. Looks like there’s some very
promising growing areas up on those milder slopes. If nobody has
any objection we’ll just get started planting and watering.

Mr Bobcat and a group of locals come up to help. Mr Sire and his
daughter have small pull poles (a very ancient device with panniers
on the sides, it doesnt get stuck on the hills). Several deer head
out and knowing trees so well, they direct dogs and others able to
dig, where to put holes for the seedlings. It will also stabilize
the soil with proper placement.

With delight, the little mare squeels when she sees several types of
apple trees! There are 20 in all and they are cross pollenators
plus there are 2 crabapples (universal pollenators) they can
centrally place. They are big ones (6-7ft) so in 2 years, they
should have a natural crop of apples. With careful measurement,
they plant them in 2 cirles with a crabapple in the center. The
circles are far enough apart, that there will be a gap between
them. If they got it right, the sun will set perfectly between
them at the time of the ball, when standing at the big piece of
granite that they always used for ceremonies.

A bunch of raccons and squirrels run by with seedling pines that
will make lovely pine nuts in a few years. A goat with 2 panniers
of blackberry plants heads to one of the less stable looking cliffs
thinking they grow fast and will stabilize it. She has 2 raccoons
on her back that can nimbly plant them. Their hands/paws make it
easy to hold on as she climbs or drops the sheer cliffs to get to
her destination.

7 Armadilos (most just kids) head out with the livelyist worms from
their breaskfast bowls and break up the soil that was black but
healthy still under it, and drop a few in. Mr Bobcat orders more
live earthworms. He didnt know they were an important part of the
forrest, but now he does.

As things progress, it will be green in spring and some will be
green in 2 weeks.

Five cadres of mice run out to spread the grass seedlings out.

2 dogs help pull out grills from the supplies and drag the propane
over for the smaller kittah chefs. Soon the smell of various
goodies waifts over the area as various animals work.

The domestic kittahs look a little amazed at the things their wild
neighbors eat, but nod as honey is poured over live grubs then set
in a dish, next to another of seared salmon and beside that, one of
whole acorns. Since the cats need just meat, they find it very
interesting to see large bowls of wheat and oat shafts with a
flavoring of rye shafts. It looks like everyone is getting what
they need. There is even (off to the side for the vulture family)
a small plank of wood with a rather aged trout, rolled lightly in
what seems to be gravel. (a critter selects a lovely maggot to
sample and determines it is perfect after sprinkling a little sand
for the gullet).

They all scamper to get chairs and such ready.

Just in case of rain, a large pavilon is raised facing the granite
rock that looks over the 2 circles of apple trees. They dont have a
fancy castle or cave, but they hope all will enjoy this year and
that Bast will show!


It hits lunch time and various folks of all sorts converge to the
lunch tables. There is all sorts of different seating from soft
pads, to beds of edible hay and chairs.

They pretty much have a setup for the event, with a rain shield.
Folks will watch the sunset from the big flat rock, through the apple
trees, then at sunrise, face the other way.

Francheska looks into setting up a band of sorts while Misty and
Snowball look for how to setup a hostess table for the book of guests.

To the side, in a very tall tree, a 12ft long, 4ft wide shelf over a
strong branch is assembled. The locals don't know if Bast or Sirus
will show but they got the hint that they will be up high and don't
know if they need a spot to settle or if they just show from the sky.
They wrap it in natural vines so as to have good grips then nail
pillows here and there in blue and pink. Cash laughs as the pink is
his favorite hot pink!

Once all have eaten, they take a siesta. Soft snores, purrs, and
other noises pervade.

Waking, a local asks what this is really about although it seems fun.

In an attempt to answer, they play this:

Why we don't morn, we celebrate
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNApcyzaY60

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