The Interrogation

Kittehs! Whew – I am bushed.  Interrogations are hard work.  So is Spilling Your Guts.  But it was well worth it.  

I was interviewed by MouseBreath Magazine.

Thanks, Funny Farmers!

 The Funny Farm Felines pinned me down, administered some kind of Truff Serum and before I knew it, I was all “blah-blah-blahtity-blah.”  If I revealed State Secrets or Mrs. W’s pin number…well, my bad, guess.  

You can read the whole story here.  And please go visit the crack team of cats (and dogs! can you believe it?!?) at Jans Funny Farm

A more clever bunch of sleuths and intrepid reporters I have neva seen.

But because of my loose lip bizness, it is possible that  my cover is blown.  My paws are crossed that the Readership of Mousebreath or Jan’s FFF team is not Spies, Moles, Yappy Dogs or the International Cabal of Evil Squirrels, but I need to be prepared.  

I may be out for a while, establishing a new identity in Des Moines, where the Feline Bureau of Investigation said they’ll set me up as Spot, a Poor but Honest Farm Cat.  

Maybe I can visit my new pal, William the Barn Cat, CatCareTaker of Arcadia Farms.

According to his Twitter Feed, he has a lot of important missions as well, many involving Squash Eating Squirrels. He has been kidnapped from his beloved barn and forced to stay indoors for the winter.  His captors are justifying this by claiming to teach him proper House Cat Behavior, but I know he needs to be sprung.  

Hang tight, William! I’m coming!

Or possibly I’ll head out to meet up again with my buddies, The Navy Seals.  I’m sure there’s a cave or two still in need of investigating.

Or! Or, maybe I’ll catch a bus and go lie low wif my BoyFriend, Spitty. 

fanks! mousebreath magazine for the image

He tells me he lives in the SF Bay area, but damned if I can find it.  Is it St. Flouis, Spitty? Is that where it is? It sure wasn’t San Fantonio, where I won’t be going back to anytime soon. I’ve been kicked outta better litter boxes than that place.  

Well, where ever I end up, mums the word, right Kittehs?  As we Navy Seals say, Semper Feline!

fanks! to


an unscheduled little get away

chewy!Oh. Hello.  I didn’t see you there.  I am busy munching on this chewy little snacky-poo that raced right out the front door and (honest to Cod!), ran, straight into my little mouth!  Funny, huh? Now if that isn’t a Welcome Home treat, I don’t know what is. a relaxing mouse chew

So, yes, where was i? such a good question.  i was kind of hoping you knew and could tell me. all i remember is waking up wif all my new black and white friends, who kept me warm while we surfed on an ice flow for a good long time.  from the website 

see me in teh middle there? no? well, i was. i was probably bending down to snack on another fishie.  great guys, all of them. very generous wif teh fishes. very blubbery. 

then, as luck would have it, i was able to hop aboard a passing GreenPeace ship, Esperanza.  they were quite nice, as far as humans go, but when i asked, repeatedly, why we were just following the whale, but not bothering to EAT the whale, they suggested i would have more fun on another ship, which was lucky, cuz I now has all these great new Navy Seal friends and so after we took care of those Somali pirates and after tidying up a cave or two in Afghanistan, they dropped me off in the Chesapeake Bay and here I am. 

So. what did i miss?