"No, I don't think that will happen, Lisle."  Gerlinde replied.  She sheltered Lisle's head in petting where it lay on her shoulder.  "This isn't a kitty problem anyway - this is a political problem.  I'll...have to find some political solution."<br/><br/>Her mind gaped around the vacancy of what that solution could be.  She focused on the hand that roamed and circled Lisle puss' breast.<br/><br/>"No, I will...if you have any suggestions, I would like to hear them..." Gerlinde said idly, her thoughts wandering around the rim of the gulf of solutions.  "But...for now, I think, we just need to...gather ourselves."<br/><br/>And pray.  But no, Gerlinde thought looking into the emerald heaven of Lisle kitty's eyes, prayers were not answered in the Stalag.