Decisions, Decisions….

Hi everyone!  Happy Sunday.  I was remembering not too very long ago that my Mom and Dad had talked about either renting a cabin in the mountains for the weekend OR renting an RV and going to a park for a few days………AND………..guess what………..they were going to take ME along! 

Now you probably already know that if there’s something I can’t stand more than noisy machines, thunder, strangers in my house or the sound of the doorbell, it’s RIDING IN THE CAR.  Obviously I’d have to do that to get to a cabin OR into an RV. 

What made me think about this at all you might ask?  It’s this old (and I mean OLD) painting my Mom did a bazillion twenty-five years ago.   I got to thinking how much fun it would be to hang out on the front porch of a NEW place…..all the new scenery and smells…..and I just betcha that there’s be some mousies inside or at least trails from when they played inside at one time or another – don’t you think so?  

Old Cabin Porch

What an ADVENTURE that would be for a cat like me who’s never really gone anywhere (the vet doesn’t count!!) for twelve years.  So what do you think?  Would it be fun or scary? 

The car trip part of the whole thing wouldn’t be TOOOOOOOOO long.  Maybe a couple of hours at the most and I’d spend it hiding my face under Mom’s armpit like I do when we go to the vet.  Yes I’d lose a lot of hair from frazzled nerves, and yes I’d be panting when we got there, but it would be an ADVENTURE once we got there right?  

Gosh, I’m not sure what to think.  I need some opinions.  And who better than my best peeps – all of you – to give me some advice. 

So what do you think?  Cabin?  RV?  Stay at home and enjoy the familiar?

Decisions, decisions………………….

Happy Sunday!

Sammy

 

The Capture of Mr. Chirpy!

The Continuing Saga of the FBI Capture of Mr. Chirpy! 

Fancy Private Jet Interior Shot

Back to London I go for the capture of Mr. Chirpy!

Just as Kozmo and I were landing in London we got a call from our FBI handler. He wanted me to check out Buckingham Palace because it was believed Mr. Chirpy’s lair was located on the grounds somewhere. They issued me a special collar attachment which would allow me to be in contact with Kozmo at any time real sneaky-like!

Sam's special FBI collar

Wowzers...the FBI sure has cool stuff!

They told me if I found Mr. Chirpy’s lair, I was NOT to attempt to take him down by myself but to wait for Kozmo. Meanwhile, Kozmo was checking out the Tower of London because the FBI agents in London noticed some “extra” bird activity there.

Both of us were given the usual FBI speech about watching ourselves and our activities because if we were caught – well – they’d say they didn’t know who the heck we were!

So Kozmo and I parted company and off I went to Buckingham Palace. I had to figure out how to get on the grounds though because it was known that even though the Queen’s corgis were honorary members of the FBI (due to their status of course), they guard the Queen and wouldn’t allow ANY (yes I said ANY) cats, or chicken-ish birds near her. I thought about it and remembered in my stash of disguises I had THIS:

Sam in a London Bobby uniform (haha)

They'll be sure to let me on the grounds of Buckingham Palace if I'm dressed like a Bobby!

I’d be able to slip in, identify myself to the Palace guards and in my disguise, be able to walk the grounds to search for Mr. Chirpy’s lair. There was still the problem of a suitable disguise for Sweet Elizabeth who was to accompany me to provide whatever help she could. She and I decided to stop by the local Acme Costume shop to see what might work.  The owner told us the Queen kept some royal peacocks on the property and disappeared into the back of the shop, returning with a disguise in a box labeled “Demented Peacock”….sounded suitable so Sweet Elizabeth tried it on:

sweet elizabeth peacock costume

Hmm...Acme Costume's "Demented Peacock" costume should allow Sweet Elizabeth to blend right in (yikes!) with the Queen's peacocks.

We combed the grounds looking for a likely spot for a chicken to hide out and even though it was difficult to see in the woods surrounding the Palace, we FINALLY located his birdhouse by an old tree. Elizabeth laid out an arrow with some rocks so that Kozmo would be able to see it from the air since we knew that’s how he’d be arriving!

Sam's Caper Buckingham Palace Grounds

Waiting for Kozmo to arrive...we've found Mr. Chirpy's birdhouse....back here in the trees in sight of the Palace!

 All of a sudden Kozmo appeared beside us – he’d been “delivered” by the Ravens, Mac and Bridget who followed the arrow perfectly.

We peered around the tree and there was Mr. Chirpy – out in the open! Kozmo leaped and caught him easily but I had to persuade him we needed to bring him back to justice instead of allowing my pal Kozmo to squeeze the daylights out of him right then and there!

I handed him a birdcage so we could put him in “Chirpy Jail” and we all headed for the Buckingham Palace helipad together.

Sam Caper Bird Cage

This ought to hold Mr. Chirpy nicely until we lock him up!

 Want to know what happened next? Good! All you have to do to continue with this exciting story is go to my fellow FBI agent Kozmo’s blog CATFROMHELL and see what Kozmo was up to while I was on the grounds of Buckingham Palace and how the caper went from there!

Whew!  What a caper! 

Agent 00.8, Sammy signing out……….. 

The Mr. Chirpy Caper

Now the story can be told!  The past few days have been busy for the Feline Bureau of Investigation’s Agents 00.5 Kozmo and 00.8 Sammy.  Here’s the scoop according to Sam!

“After getting word from Kozmo, Agent 00.5, requesting my help with the Mr. Chirpy Caper, I packed my bag and high-tailed it to the local airport where the FBI private jet awaited me on the tarmac.

After I boarded, I had time to reflect on how I would tackle this request from Kozmo……my mission was to try to determine from an informant on the Japanese Island of Cats, whether or not Mr. Chirpy had been in contact with the most evil Iki-Ryo to coordinate some kind of horrible cyber attack on the world. At least I had a mighty nice environment in which to THINK….the FBI private jet was quite comfy!

Fancy Private Jet Interior Shot

Talk about traveling in style huh???

I sent a quick text message to Kozmo just to let him know I was on board and on my way. I’d already arranged to get from Tokyo to the Japanese Cat Island via a small private plane which would drop me over the island and allow me to hang-glide down to meet with the FBI informant.

Japanese Cat Island Map

Map of the Cat Island

After a long trip to Tokyo and the quick trip from there to the island, I jumped out of the plane with my hang-glider and made my way downward to land in an open field on cat island.

 

Sammy's new hobby - hang gliding!

Wheeeee!

 After I landed and consulted my hand-held, FBI issued GPS locator, I found the spot where I was to meet my informant at Coffee, Tea or Meow Café – a local and very popular cat café. My informant would be easy to spot…..he had a distinctive look:

Japanese Cat Face

FBI Informant (unnamed for protection!)

When I entered the café, there were quite a few other cats around but there was no mistaking the face of my informant and after an initial greeting we headed to a private meeting room in back away from the crowd.

 

Japanese Cat Cafe

Whatta joint.....a guy could "blend" right in with this bunch!

 

 

 

My informant said after careful and intense monitoring of communications between the evil Iki-Ryo in Japan and Mr. Chirpy, it had been determined that as of my visit, the dreaded bird flu internet virus attack had NOT yet been set in motion. That meant Kozmo and I still had time to STOP the internet attack. He also gave me the last known location of Iki-Ryo, which was, in fact, right there on Japanese Cat Island.

I left the café and made my way down the busy streets to Iki-Ryo’s hideout. When I arrived I found the entrance guarded by Iki-Ryo’s “goon squad” – a group of tough looking cats.

A group of Japanese Street cats

Tough guys....the protection squad!

But I had a plan……I stepped around the corner and asked a local fisherman if he’d toss a few fish out on the pavement just close enough to this group of guards so they’d leave their station long enough for me to enter and confront Iki-Ryo.   It worked! 

Imagine my surprise when I made my way under the guarded door into a dark warehouse and saw this face!

Japanese Cat Face

The Evil Iki-Ryo !

 

 

Iki-Ryo was a very black cat – so inky that I could barely see him although his eyes appeared to stare right through me. He made it clear that I had no business coming into his lair…I told him I was a computer repair cat from the main island and I was there to work on his internet connection due to some problems on the island that users had been experiencing. He just told me in surprisingly good English, “Whatever….I’m too busy to follow you around…..go ahead and do whatever you’re here to do then GET OUT!”

I couldn’t believe he’d just let me into his computer room, yet he had and I quickly used my top secret FBI provided software to get into his files and scan for any communications involving Mr. Chirpy. There had been ONE email…..it had been sent just the day before…..Iki-Ryo was telling Mr. Chirpy that he’d sent by special courier a flash drive to Mr. Chirpy’s home in London that would be awaiting him on his return…..that as soon as Mr. Chirpy installed the flash drive the deadly computer virus would take effect and disrupt communications worldwide!! This is what the FBI had feared……and it was imperative that Kozmo and I shut down Mr. Chirpy on his return from London and intercept the flash drive!

Flash Drive
Innocent looking flash drive carrying the evil virus!

I very quickly contacted Kozmo and determined that Mr. Chirpy was in fact making his move back to London and Kozmo felt confident that he and I could make it back before Mr. Chirpy as our fabulously expensive and powerful FBI jet was capable of making the trip to London well ahead of Mr. Chirpy’s rickety old jet.  I received this coded message from Kozmo confirming Mr. Chirpy’s destination!

Japan Note

Coded message transmitted to me from Kozmo confirming Chirpy's destination

Kozmo was touching down briefly in Tokyo to pick me up and we were headed to London lickety-split (and fast too…..).  

I was ready to hop on board as the FBI jet cruised to a landing in a secluded area of the airport in Tokyo and I quickly boarded and made myself comfortable at last as Kozmo and I caught up and enjoyed a “niptini” together (shaken…not stirred).

Meeting Kozmo on the FBI Plane

A much earned break as we speed to London to intercept Chirpy!

I know by now you’re anxious to hear how this caper continued as Kozmo and I caught up, and made our way to capture Mr. Chirpy and intercept the deadly flash drive package before it got to London SOOOOOOOO, to get the rest of the “scoop”, just visit Kozmo’s blog at CAT FROM HELL and hear how this incredible caper continues………………!

 

My Morning “Adventure”

Nap time.....again!

Even when she's NOT on the recliner with me, it's still a pretty swell nap spot!

Whew!  I just got back from a quick breath of HOT air outside this morning – time to grab another nap.  Actually this morning wasn’t quite as icky out as it has been although it’s going up to 100 here later……it wasn’t quite light yet when Mom and I ventured out onto the front porch and I got adventurous and decided to go on a “walkabout”.  I checked things out in the front rock garden (Mom has a dwarf Japanese maple in the garden that’s JUST MY SIZE) then sticking to the side of the yard by the woods I inched my way down, sniffing, checking stuff out……..I made sure to mark my territory a few times.  Doesn’t hurt to remind other wildlife just whose yard this REALLY is!!

Anyway, Mom was with me of course but she let go of my leash to go pick up some little branches that had fallen out of an oak tree and out of nowhere popped my little visiting nemesis “Stevie” !  Well, as you know by now, I tolerate Stevie pretty well – she’s the only neighborhood cat that’s allowed to come up on the front porch and get her morning snack from my Mom…..and we make eyes at each other through the window by the front door.  HOWEVER, just because I tolerate her, doesn’t mean I want to play with her – – – she saw me and came flying over to me and chased me 100mph all the way back up the big hill to the front porch!  We were a whole lot faster than good old Mommy – so we arrived before Mom was able to get there……..I was banging on the front door………”SOMEBODY LEMME IN!!!!!!” but nobody was there to save me………..until Mom breathlessly arrived and rescued me. 

So – that’s why in the photo above I’m passed out on Mom’s recliner.  That’s the most exercise I’ve had in a long time and the farthest from the front porch I’ve been out into the front yard in a long time too!   I used to do that a lot more but there are an awful lot of cats around my neighborhood now that weren’t here before.   Nowadays I’d really rather just grab a good old nap………so if you’ll excuse me – YAWN – I’ll say “have a nice day” and go back to sleep!

…….zzzzzzzzzzzzz………..

Sammy, One Spoiled Cat