Spring's the Thing

This is from our spring modeling session.

The Curious Case of Kidnapped Kitties (Part 2)

TRUE CRIME TALE BY MEGALOPOLI CONURBATION MUSSOLINI; EDITED BY AN EXTERNAL SOURCE
6:42 p.m. Friday, March 6: The suspect made another hasty arrival and retreat from her residence in the Hideabed complex. During my undercover work I was able to deduce the suspect would be returning to the Condit Road address this night where I believed the victims to be held captive.
I stowed away in the suspect's vehicle and tracked her to the Condit Road home. I was able to enter the home undiscovered where I viewed the suspect, the victims and a second suspect I later determined to be the primary suspect's mother.
The victims were kept in a large cage containing food, water and waste containers. The victim known as Cat had himself pressed into the corner of the cage. The victim known as Peter Nincompoop, however, was friendly toward her captors.

I feared Stockholm Syndrome had taken Peter, so I watched her movements.

Peter would leave the cage and socialize with her catnappers. She would, however, defend herself against the two dogs on site.
Peter proceeded to spend the evening in front of the TV on the floor with the suspects. She purred and licked suspect #1 and accepted petting from all present, including a male subject whom I do not believe to be a suspect at this time.
During my study of Peter I discovered her belly had been shaved and a wound sustained.
I was able to talk with Peter in a hidden area between the couch and the wall. When I asked her what had transpired, she said she did not remember.

Cat, however, did remember.

After watching Peter for several hours I found Cat had hidden himself behind a bathroom door in the same room as his cage. He was apprehensive about talking to me, but I persuaded him to open up.

"This other lady--she took us to some other place that smelled funny, like
animals," he said. "They caged us up, and then someone pinched me and I fell
asleep. When I woke I was drousy and felt less like a man."

Cat wasn't willing to elaborate, but I knew what he meant--he'd had The Fix.
Come 10:02 p.m., suspect #1 was forcing Cat into the small cage used to transport him to this locale, but unlike how he arrived, Cat left alone. Peter was returned to the large cage.
I once again stashed myself in the suspect's vehicle. Upon return to the Hideabed, the suspect carried the cage to her front door and opened it.
Cat ran from the cage and jumped off the second-story balcony, running out of sight before I could see where he'd gone.
This action by the suspect might have voided one catnapping, but another still remains.

I used the Snifmaster to test the cage for evidence I could use in this case. If only Peter will press charges.

The Curious Case of a Kitty Kidnapping?

TRUE CRIME TALE BY MEGALOPOLI CONURBATION MUSSOLINI; EDITED BY AN EXTERNAL SOURCE
The bathroom was amiss, but I had assumed as much. The penguin rug was out of place; the contents of the counter scattered about.

It was a crime scene.

I, Detective Megalopoli Mussolini, had been called to the scene at an apartment of the Hideabed complex on the south side of town at 7 p.m. Sunday, March 1. Two felines, approximately 1.5 years of age, had been kidnapped shortly before.
At roughly 6:32 p.m. that day, the primary witness, one Jazpurr Higgins, reported an unknown victim entered the apartment through an open front door. Upon setting foot inside the residence, the large, orange cat was grabbed by the waist by the suspect who then tossed the victim into the bathroom of the residence.
Moments later a second, small, orange cat was also snatched up by the suspect and forced into the bathroom of the residence.

The suspect is a dark-haired human known only as "Mom" by one of the witnesses and as "That Lady Who Feeds Us" by several others.

Three witnesses were outside the front door of the residence when the cats were seized.
One, Hot Waffles, said he was new to the area and knew nothing of who the victims or suspect are. The other two, who identified themselves only as Jean-Tom and Cheese and Crackers, identified the larger of the two victims as "Cat," the smaller as "Peter Nincompoop," their brother and sister.
Waffles, Tom and Crackers were able to corroborate Mr. Higgins' account of the initial events.

"The cats were in the bathroom, and I could hear moaning and screaming that was terribly unpleasant," Higgins said. "Mom came out of the bathroom and grabbed the cat cage and an old towel from the bedroom while I watched. Then she went back into the bathroom and I heard a horrible commotion.

Within minutes the suspect left the residence with the cage. All witnesses related hearing what sounded like the victims crying from within the cage.

"She put the cage in the car and left before we knew what happened," Tom said. "We were just trying to eat some dinner."

Once on the scene I was able to determine the suspect had lured both the victims and the three outdoor witnesses to the apartment with bowls of "Alley Cat" cat food. Witnesses were still chowing down upon my arrival. They were apprehensive about talking with a cop, but Greenies loosened their tongues.

"We've seen dis lady around plenty," Crackers said. "She puts out the food and we eats it. Sometimes she lets us take a peek inside dah place."

I made my way to the bathroom. I utilized a piece of equipment, known as my nose, to verify the victims had indeed been held captive in the room. I had the CSI squad process the scene while I drilled Higgins.

"She was barely here 15 minutes," he said. "She came in, put the food out for the dumpster cats and made a phone call. Next thing I know she's got the two in the bathroom, makes another call, she dumps dinner in my bowl and takes off with the cage."

I asked whom the suspect would have telephoned.

"It sounded like she was talking to her mother," he said. "She was asking if she should take those cats."

This was beginning to sound like a premeditated act.
"Where would she have taken them," I asked him.

"We used to live at this house in the woods--that's where her mother is," he said. "It's the only other place I know besides here."

I was able to determine the home was situated on Condit Road about 20 miles from the scene.
Area police recall seeing the suspect's vehicle with Ohio Licence "NEWSIES" travelling north along Sunbury Road--one of several possible routes to the Condit Road destination.
About 10 p.m. that night, the suspect returned to the apartment. Unable to reach the pedal in a car, I opted to remain undercover as the suspect's pet and await the next opportunity to follow her to the Condit Road residence.
Meanwhile, the case remains open.

Playing Make Believe

I FANCY MYSELF ... a dunce.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a duck.
I FANCY MYSELF ... a plastic bag.

I FANCY MYSELF ... in jail.

I FANCIED MYSELF ... adrift on a choral raft.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a shoe.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a skunk.

I FANCY MYSELF ... tough.

I FANCY MYSELF ... a ball of yarn.

I FANCY MYSELF ... an adorable humidifier.

--Meg

OMG aka Day Meg, fighter of the Night Ryan

You won't beeleeve what my mom did to me yesturday nighttime. But first, some background:
So there are too kinds of Ryan. Theres reguler Ryan and bedtime Ryan. Bedtime Ryan is this giant lazy guy who grabs you to his chest and wont let go and then falls asleep with you inprisoned.

Night Mom isnt much better. She wants to snuggle you too under the covers and make you be lovey.

I find its best to avoid these bedtime peeple at all costs. During the dark times, I will sneak up to see if bedtime Mom is awake. Also I will wake her to feed me before the sun comes up.

So back to the OMG, Oh My Galoshes.
The other night Mom was sleeping and I was ready for food. So I did my usooal thing of digging at her legs and such to tell her to get up. She kept kicking me in the face and kicking me off the bed and so I had to be more aggressive.
Eventually she grabbed me and tucked me into the Bedtime Ryan hold.
Now, when Ryan holds me like that I have to give up beecause he is strong and has big arms. Bedtime Mom, on the other paw, is easily fought off. Besides, she's never done anything mean to me befour.
Well I fought will all my mite and the Bedtime Mom jist kept fightting back to keep me confined in her grazp.
This lasted 5 minootes.
Eventually I started yelling at her during the last 2 minootes.

I said, "Let me goooooooo. This isn't faaaaaarrreeee."

Then the funny noise thing went off that signals Bedtime Mom will morf into regular Mom (It's the cell phone alarm --Jaz).
So I was mad at Mom for a while, but I knew it was not her fault. It was Bedtime Mom's fault.

The next night I started out my digging with a kneeding and also let Bedtime Mom pet me. That seemed to appeese it.

--Meg

What happened here?

So Mom was snooping through photos on her mom's computer when she came across a treasure trove of pics from when I was a kit (and also some of the other one [Hey! That's me. Dont call me other one!] Hey get out of my parentheses.).
I'm putting this photo up in the hopes you can help me figure out why I'm so wet and miserable looking. Clearly I've blocked it from my memory.
I've never been given a bath and although I've been caught in the rain many a time, I don't think I've ever gotten this wet. I guess it's possible.
What do you think? Use the comments to field your suggestions.
Also enjoy this cute pik of me when I was a ketten. Aint I cutesie?
Even as a kit you could tell there was empty air behind those eyes.
Yir a jerk!

--Jazpurr & Meg

I've got your love to keep me warm

It's a very white day here at the Hideabed, and according to the TV, a lot of other places as well.

By my calculations, Mom should be leaving the house today for going to her job, but she's at home. Ryan, however, did leave the house (SCORE!), so I have Mom all to myself.

I started the day snuggling with Mom as she slept in, then Mega and I watched the birds all plump and chirpy eating at the feeder.

Then I decided to be particularly generous and sit on Mom's lap. I'm not much of a lap cat; I'm the independent type, you know. So I did that for a while when Mom was watching a movie, The Big Heat. It didn't look too warm on the TV, but they need to send some of that warmth through the tube.

Next I picked a spot next to Mom on the couch where I have been camping out this afternoon. Tonight I'll probably do some playing and some chasing of Meg. Mayhap Mom and I will play Hide and Seek or Catch Me If You Can. Good times.

This photo is what I look like when I sleep. Pretty adorable, huh? That's my pal, Bunny. Mom likes to think we're best pals, but sometimes he needs a good bite.

--Jaz