There are days when I question myself as to why I have cats in the house. Today was definitely one such time. I had my 1/35th scale Elco PT boat out on the table. I had touched up the paint on something and decided to compare it with the Italian MAS boat I'm working on. Before I knew what was happening, my precocious young cat, Gizmo, decided the port side .50 cal MG mount looked interesting and possibly good to eat. He proceeded to break both barrels off, and then swallow one. The idea of lingering around the litter box and awaiting the eventual reappearance of the missing part briefly crossed my (deranged) mind. Regaining my sanity, I remembered that I actually had a spare gun somewhere about. Having located it after a surprisingly short and fruitful search, I painted the barrel, removed it from the spare gun, and reattached it, and the surviving barrel, to the guns. When I built the PT, I didn't glue the mount and was able to remove it from the boat, this greatly facilitated the ease of the repair. The damage is fixed and hardly noticeable. The PT is safely docked away, far, far away, from the attention of misguided and possibly predatory felines. They say a cat has nine lives, today mine came close to having only eight. 
 
  
 Al