If Napoleon had brought Flo with him, he might just have conquered Russia. Flo is a cat with a mission, and her mission is to stake out some territory on the farm. She owns the woodshed, had co-opted a corner of the barn, beat up each of the dogs who had the temerity to approach her, and has just taken over the rocking chair on the back porch. I am thinking of calling her Queen Flo. She disappears every now and then, perhaps to one of her other homes. When I got out, she demands attention.