July 12th 2011 3:49 pm
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So…Shadow opened the gate as Sleeper instructed, and came inside a house for the first time in his life.
“Uh…nice digs, girls,” he said peering around, trying to appear nonchalant, but inwardly feeling awed and another emotion as well – what was it?...envy, maybe?
“Yeah, we like it,” Samhain answered, watching him nervously. She was NOT pleased to have him here in the pawrent’s house, in HER home, but she kept quiet for now, waiting to see what happened next.
Sleeper, in her new role as the quick-witted kitty, fired up the Mama’s laptop, which fortunately she hadn’t taken with her, crossing her paws that everyone would be home and online.
First she tried those kitties closest to home: Jerry and Miller , her pawrent’s friend’s cats. Had they heard word of a kitten mill working in their neighborhood? No, there were some reputable Ragdoll catteries in Mid-Michigan, but they didn’t know of any that weren’t keeping up to standard. They had heard, however, that there were some Mafia-connected catteries down near the Detroit area that the girls might want to check it out.
“We don’t know these cats personally, but there are a couple of kitties on Catster that you might want to talk to,” they wrote back, including the names of the two cats. Sleeper thanked them, and moved on.
They p-mailed the new contacts: Cleopatra and Callie . Had they heard these bad rumors coming out of Detroit? Callie (AKA Grumpy), a tortie with an attitude, said “We don’t know anything about any Mafioso kit-mills, but if I find out it’s true, I’m gonna scratch their eyes out!” “Right on, sister!” Sleeper p-mailed back. Cleopatra, a lovely Siamese mix, told them they would send a message if they got any new information.
“We are SO sorry to hear about the troubles with your father, Sleeper. I don’t remember my own parents…(sniff, sniff) It must be such a shock to find you have a father and then have him taken away from you – all in one day!” Cleopatra sympathized.
“Thanks, Cleo – yes, it’s hard. I keep flip-flopping back and forth between elation and desperation! We’ve GOT to get him out!” Sleeper wrote back.
Next they p-mailed Gump and found his sister Nadia , a sweet little tortie-girl was online. She listened to the story and exclaimed, “This is horrible! Oh, we want to help you any way we can! Let me go get Gumpy – he’s in the greenhouse over at Bubba-Gump’s Plants.” [See Zachery Kolohe' Rider ’s story]
Gump, an attractive 17 year old tuxie, still getting around well for his age, came back online and exchanged hellos with the girls. He had received only the barest of outlines from Nadi, who had understandably been a little out of breath from streaking out to the greenhouse, past the catnip fields to get him. He read their story solemnly and said that unfortunately he hadn’t heard anything going on in his neighborhood, but did they have a picture of Sleeper’s father? Yes, they did, and p-mailed back the photo that Shadow had been carrying when he came to ask for Samhain and Sleeper’s help.
“This is a younger picture of Siddhartha. He looks a little older and rougher around the edges now, but he’s still a pretty handsome dude,” Shadow had told them.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say he was a Savannah,” Gump replied.
“Yeah, that’s what a lot of cats think. You can’t see it in this photo, but the stripe down the back is much more pronounced than in the Savannah, that’s where the bi-lateral part of the name comes from. He’s a much rarer breed, even fewer of him around than Savannahs. Sleeper gets her pretty back stripe from him,” Shadow said. Sleeper blushed as she typed that.
Gump suggested they write Ingen . They answered back that she was the last of their Catster contacts that they knew of in Michigan. Sleeper was crossing her paws again, hoping that this time they would strike it lucky.
When they got Ingen online and explained to her what they were looking for, she was very excited!
“Yes, Yes, YES!!! There IS a kitten mill near us that we’ve been getting all sorts of bad reports about from the outdoor kitties. There are all sorts of kitties there, cramped into these terrible cages, without proper care. Some are starving, and there is disease, and hurt kitties! Oh, my Mama Jen has been very upset about it, but every time anyone has reported them to the USDA-APHIS, they’ve somehow managed to quick-clean things up and hide the worst cases.”
“Yeah, and we heard recently that they got themselves a new special cat for breeding,” Mr. Spot added as Ingen stepped away from the keyboard. “I bet it’s your father, Sleeper.”
Baby , the third cat in their household, took a look at the pic of Sidd over Mr. Spot’s shoulder, and nudged him out of the way.
“He’s CUTE!” she purred. “Is he, like, available?”
“He’s in prison,” Sleeper answered flatly.
“Just asking,” Baby said, a little hurt.
Ingen got back online and sent them the address which Mr. Spot had looked up in the phonebook. “You can google it for directions!” she wrote back before telling them to let them know if there was anything else they could do, and then signed off.
The last cats they p-mailed were the Da Tabbies o Trout Towne , ‘cause (1) they wanted to call in a favor; (2) they wanted to order some trout; and (3) just ‘cause they LIKE them! Samhain took over the typing.
“Dudes, and Miz Daisy – we need your help! Remember how you said you’d be there if we asked – well, we’re asking! We’re staging a big scale rescue; we may all die in the attempt, but we’re going anyway! How quick can you get together a truckload of trout and shrimp, and – oh, say, a couple of cases of eels (I LOVE those eels!)? We’ll need fresh water, too, and some blankets. If you can find some stretchers or better - a hospital gurney - there could be injured or sick kitties – that would be real helpful. You guys are so resourceful! Can we count on you?
To be continued...
I's INA STORY!!! ME, & Baby & Mr. Spot & efun Jen--we's ina story.
Can' wait fur da res' of da story. Come on Tabbies--you gotsta he'p & brings trout. MOL
Can't wait for the rest of the story!
Great story! I wish I could have helped out more! I bet all of us MI kitties can figure it out! Thanks fur including me...now I gotta get back to the greenhouse. Anyone need any plants? The summer planting seeason is almost over...
Those Mafia-connected catteries sound pretty scary!
OH gosh, I wish I could help more. I did streak out to the greenhouse, over the catnip fields, and I hoped my brofur knew more about what was going on!
What's the USDA- APHIS?
Is there gonna be a big fish fest?
Excited to hear the rest of the story!
Mewsday : July 13 in de yeer 2011:
Ok sew itz Wednesday, but we like mewsday better
Time: 10:20 am eastern trout time: an urgent call comes in on de trout line askin for help; sum kittehs knead big time ah sist tanz in michy gan...quik
Time: 10:21 am eastern trout time :de trout towners don ther pie ratz gear N load up de S S Dude with weaponz N supplies
Time: 10:22 am eastern trout time: de SS Dude leaves port; on board be 98 cannons, 208 cut lesses, 655 miles oh rope, 7,522 blanketz N gur kneez, 28,917 gallons of H two and oh, 5 cases oh eels......eeeeegaaaa........and enuff trout, shrimp, whitefish, salmon, bass, perch, tunie and s’ghetti.....hhhhmmmm...... ta feed de whole western sea coast.......
Time: 10:34 am eastern trout time: de SS Dude docks in michy gan waters ina undislcoed locayshun coz this iz a sekrit mission......hey…watch it ya stooooooooooooooooooooooooopid sea gull burd, ewe be total lee stoooooooooooooooooopid N yur rude two; cannon two starboard...FIRE !!
Time: 10:56 am eastern trout time: an encrypted message....hey....we rited another big werd.....way ta go tabbies :) an encrypted message goes out ta “S” and “S”
Time: 11:01 am eastern trout time: “S” and “S” gets de encrypted message coz they haz high speed internetz;
they reply by morriz de cat code:
stop: message: a mewving veehickle stop: will be at port stop: ta unload de goods within de.....
EEEERRRRNNNTTTT EEERRRRNNNNTTTT EEEERRRRRNNNNNTTTT
Whoa that WUZ quik
Time: 11:01:37 am eastern trout time: de goods N weaponry iz transferred from de ship two de mewving veehickle....de tabbies recognize that driver....
YAY, da TABBIES COMED FREW!!! I knowed S & S could coun' on you. I's ona edge of Jen lap. What happen nex'?
Lovin the story even though it's been a couple days sense you wrote it. Those Tabbies are something.
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