The meeting was held.
My God, it was horrible!
I decided to bring TAT along as my weapon of choice. I asked our K8 not to feed him for a day or two beforehand, and not to give him his pills that day.
Unfortunately, she got overenthusiastic, and withheld all his medication for 24 hours, including the injections.
I didn’t know this, and when the meeting started, I let TAT loose.
Even I was horrified at the carnage. They had to call three ambulances. Two of my neighbours now think they are Napoleon and are emigrating to St Elba. Three more are in a state of catatonic shock and doctors don’t hold out much hope of recovery. I was OK because TAT knows my smell [pipe tobacco, and old socks], but for the first time in quite a while, I was scared.
I eventually managed to get TAT caged again. The meeting was cancelled because the chairman was crying in the toilets and wouldn’t come out.
I think my trees are safe.