Rumbling from the castle

A dispatch from Emmuttmax (Lemur Alliance leader)
For many months, the bellicose rumblings from Castle Thoman have been dormant. Ever since Thamus, the Thane of Thoman retreated behind the castle walls to lick the wounds inflicted upon him by the lemur-rabbit-avian forces, peace has reigned, and the smell of sour whiskey has been cleansed from the Earth. However, like long dormant flatulence, the thane's voice has once again burst forth, and foul winds are blowing.
In a recent post on Thamus' pages titled "'Obey the Celtic Cat,' the lying lemur meant to say," the old, Irish gladiator has imagined himself a mind reader, and in so doing, besmirched the good name of Bill the Cat. In his hallucinatory ramblings, Thamus confused his own cat Moody Blue (which he claims is a Russian Blue, but is in reality just an old depressed tabby) for my super-intelligent, Lion King kitten, Bill.
The history of the lemur-thane hostilities is replete with similar lies, distortions, and obvious signs of senility on the part of the Celtic codgers. "Evil plots of lemurs," "Lemur Capitulation Treaty," "war of aggression by the Madagascan madcaps"...laughable indeed.
Madagascan and madcap we may be, but aggression is not one of our traits. Lemurs have long suffered from the aggression of Celtic madmen ever since we where forced to leave the Emerald Isle by beer-swilling, shamrock snorting thanes centuries ago. In recent years we have be subjected to wild accusations emanating from behind castle walls that there is some vast cosmic alliance between lemurs and space aliens. After the world had seen through this madman's ludicrous charges, he tucked his cape between his legs, crossed the moat, pulled up the drawbridge, and peace-loving people and animals everywhere breathed a sigh of relief.
This latest outburst may be nothing more than a brief flash of insanity due to a lapsed Thorazine prescription, but the situation bears watching.