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You mean the one in chapter 30 of AAC?

"Stuffed treecat?" Honor's eyebrows arched, and he chuckled again.

"They were using the robotic cultivators to trench for the new irrigation system," the armsman explained. "So Nimitz and Farragut kidnapped one of the lifesized stuffed treecats from Faith's bedroom."

"They didn't—" Honor began, dark eyes starting to laugh, and LaFollet nodded.

"Oh, but they did, My Lady. They used those sharp little claws of theirs to . . . disconnect the front and back ends, then burrowed down on either side of the trench and left the tail sticking up on one side and one poor, pathetic true-hand poking up on the other. The assistant gardener almost died on the spot when he found it."

CLA wrote:Can anyone remember exactly which book it was in where a pair of Treecats pulled a practical joke using a stuffed toy Treecat?

I found one mention of it, but it wasn't in as great of detail as I remember.

It was Miranda's treecat Farragut and one or two others who pranked the gardeners at the Jason Bay house on Manticore.

IIRC there was only the one mention. (there are a lot of scenes that I remember in greater detail than was actually written; it's one of the things I like about RFC's writing style.)

ETA: Duckk quoted the only mention I know of.

Duckk wrote:You mean the one in chapter 30 of AAC?

"Stuffed treecat?" Honor's eyebrows arched, and he chuckled again.

"They were using the robotic cultivators to trench for the new irrigation system," the armsman explained. "So Nimitz and Farragut kidnapped one of the lifesized stuffed treecats from Faith's bedroom."

"They didn't—" Honor began, dark eyes starting to laugh, and LaFollet nodded.

"Oh, but they did, My Lady. They used those sharp little claws of theirs to . . . disconnect the front and back ends, then burrowed down on either side of the trench and left the tail sticking up on one side and one poor, pathetic true-hand poking up on the other. The assistant gardener almost died on the spot when he found it."

Of course, this could be a Nimitz inspired specialty, aka he might be the live wire of the bunch. Some of the 'cats seem to regard him as the famous cousin who defends the clan but the wiser heads tend to roll their eyes when they see "Laughs Brightly, prank mode on"... and then quietly withdraw to safe range whilst laughing at Nimitz' intended targets once they again suffer a mischief...

Adding a co-conspirator to the mix would only encourage said prankster to reach greater heights. IIRC, however, Farragut was Miranda's cat and did not survive the effects of the Yawata Strike.

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Duckk wrote:You mean the one in chapter 30 of AAC?

"Stuffed treecat?" Honor's eyebrows arched, and he chuckled again.

"They were using the robotic cultivators to trench for the new irrigation system," the armsman explained. "So Nimitz and Farragut kidnapped one of the lifesized stuffed treecats from Faith's bedroom."

"They didn't—" Honor began, dark eyes starting to laugh, and LaFollet nodded.

"Oh, but they did, My Lady. They used those sharp little claws of theirs to . . . disconnect the front and back ends, then burrowed down on either side of the trench and left the tail sticking up on one side and one poor, pathetic true-hand poking up on the other. The assistant gardener almost died on the spot when he found it."

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Hence Nimitz's treecat name of Laughs Brightly !!

And Nimitz preened proudly as Andrew related the story

"You, Andrew LaFollet," she said severely, "have been hanging around with Nimitz entirely too long. His questionable excuse for a sense of humor seems to have infected you."
Nimitz bleeked a laugh on her shoulder, and his hands flashed.
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"So there was no need for you to infect him, since he already had a good sense of humor?" Honor said.
Nimitz nodded and raised his right true-hand, palm-in, to press his forefinger to his forehead, then twisted it into a palm out position before it closed into the upright, thumb-extended fist of the letter "A." Then he held up two fingers and patted the thigh of his right leg with his right true-hand formed into the extended forefinger and thumb of an "L."
"Oh, for a 'two-legs' is it?" she demanded, and he nodded again, even more complacently, while she shook her head. "You're riding for a fall there, Stinker. Besides, I know your sense of humor, and I don't think the sign for 'good' means quite what you think it does."
The 'cat only looked away, flirting his tail airily, and LaFollet chuckled.


-- Stewart