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I now have a screen full of capital R's in every hex. What have the kittens discovered? And how can I make it go away?

thank you

My guess is that they have pressed the "3" key, showing the weather forecast for the hexes. R=Rain.

Say 'thank you' to the kittens. These map overlays are great help. [;)]

thank you kindly gents.

Anyone besides me remember cats and creased paper maps and stacks of cardboard counters?

Imagine what the rule book and dice tables would look like for this game.

Imagine how much time it'd take to clip the corners of the counters

Just about the time that last counter was in place to start the game the cat would pounce, everything would bounce and that would make it that much more fun for it.

ORIGINAL: Central Blue

Anyone besides me remember cats and creased paper maps and stacks of cardboard counters?

Back in the day I had the spare bedroom reserved for some massive pacific war "map and counter fest". More than once - and coincidentally right after some marital spat - the first ex would "accidentally" leave the door open. With cats, you might luck out with a few tipped stacks and some repositioned counters. But with kittens? Nuclear Holocaust.

Kittens have no sense of anachronism. I mean really. Nukes in 1940 France in my World in Flames game?!? [:D]

ORIGINAL: Central Blue

Anyone besides me remember cats and creased paper maps and stacks of cardboard counters?

I had a pro-German cat who several times decided the stacks of counters for WAR IN THE EAST would make a nice backrest. Poor Soviets would have a huge cat-shaped bulge pushed into their lines...

lots of fellow aficionados I see...

I had the whole S&T Central Front Series. I had all of the games and all of the maps laid out, and it took for ever to set up all of the freaking units.

I was really looking forward to computers after the kitty nuked that set up.

Eventually somebody came out with magnetic counter holders, and you would mount the map on the wall, over a huge sheet of tin.

I brag that I had Drang Nach Osten and Terrible Swift Sword with maybe a thousand of those magnetic clips??

A requirement when living with my buddy Tonto,(Brown and gray tabby)..

My copy of VG's NATO got catted. The counters still have teeth marks in them.

When I was younger, my budgerigar use to come out for a flight round the dining room, and it never failed that if I had my latest S&T game set up, he would land on the map and re-arrange my counters.
Plus try to put little bit marks around the sides of the counters.
Plus leave little 'land mines' scattered on the map.

He wasn't prejudiced against wargames. He especially like putting  perforations on my opened text books while I was studying.

We had the Longest Day on a sheet of plywood set up on saw horses............before the cat-hurricane hit.........looked like the beach after that storm hit the channel in 1944!!!!

We, at one point in my life, had a room dedicated to the proposition that Dad and his friends should be able to wage war undisturbed over a long period of time - and even had the Mark 0.0 version of War in the Pacific set up on two pieces of plywood. There was supposed to be no need for a "Paw of CAT" rule, as there was when playing in the dining or family room. No Kids or Kats allowed in the room unsupervised - as if that would work with a cat.. (Ah, the good old days of FTF on a card table with a bottle of Turkey 101 to make sure we didn't take advantage of each other....we usually stopped when the bottle was empty!) We still have cats, but my days of having a designated War Room flew out the window with Seminary. But, I do miss my big red tabby. 19 pounds of part Maine Coon cat and all purr ball...

Been there.  As my wife would say. "Could you go any deeper into the dork forrest?" [;)]

ORIGINAL: crsutton

Been there.  As my wife would say. "Could you go any deeper into the dork forrest?" [;)]

My wife probably wishes I had a cat when I was a kid. I might never have caught the bug if I'ld never been able to get through Blitzkrieg with my oldest brother home from college.

In high school, when I did the bulk of my board gaming, I had no pets, but I did have a younger brother. Worse than a cat, trust me. I just finished a setup of France 1940 when it got "Ryan-ized"

My daughter scribbled with a crayon all over my DNO game map that was only the floor in the spare bedroom when she was two. She almost didn't see three.

I played Terrible Swift Sword (Gettsyburg) on plywood and I was the greatest threat.  A slight bump of the hip against the board and Longstreet's Corps suddenly ended up behind Hancock.