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Journal,

We just finished watching Iron Man, which is the first movie Horgan has ever let us watch that doesn’t star Garfield. For a human, Robert Downey Jr. is quite talented. His engineering skills surpass even those of the craftiest spy cat.

The movie itself was okay, except for some parts of it which I had a hard time believing. How can a man, even one wrapped in a metal suit, fall from the sky, land on the street, and survive?

If he were a cat, it would make more sense.

I said to Horgan, “You know what the world needs? Iron Cat.”

What he showed me next pretty much destroyed my faith in the ability of our government to keep secrets. I have serious doubts about my identity as a secret agent cat.

Because Iron Cat is real. These pictures and videos can only be explained by a long-standing secret feline weapons development program, going on under our very whiskers all this time. I can only hope that Iron Cat, wherever he is, is on our side.

Mad Cat
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An obviously early prototype. Notice the lack of complete body armor, and primitive weapons systems.

Source: http://imgur.com/v8abF

Mech Cat
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An improvement over the first design. Presumably has a quadrupedal mode as well, or else is hopelessly anthropocentric. Lasers, if functional, are really cool. Must ask Horgan for lasers.

Source: http://imgur.com/gallery/c2vBj

Iron Cat in action

Somewhere there is a city in peril, and a giant robot cat is coming to save it. Or destroy it. I’m not exactly sure which.

The future of Iron Cat
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A futuristic design, no doubt one of the planned final stages of the program. Armor and weapons are apparently now merged with biological constructs. Brilliant and terrifying.

Source: http://koonmo.deviantart.com/art/Mech-Cat-thing-311085789

I asked Horgan for a suit of armor for Christmas. He said he’d think about it.

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Last week, Horgan, our Covert Animal Handler for the CIA, received a new mission from headquarters. I was initially relieved. He had added cat breeds to our foreign language lessons (who knew there there was a whole world beyond domestic short hair and domestic long hair?) and I was looking forward to field work again.

No such luck. “Even I don’t get to go, buddy,” he said. “This is for advanced feline agents only. They specifically requested Lester.”

Lester put down his flashcards and blinked. “A solo mission? That’s above my pay grade. Do you think I’m ready? I don’t have a suitcase. Do I have to fly? What if my passport is expired? What if I get–YEOW!” The black tip of his tail was swishing so rapidly back and forth across the carpet, Pfizz had darted across the room and pounced on it.

“Thorry,” Pfizz said through a mouthful of fur. He spit out Lester’s tail. “I thought you were a mouse.”

“Lester, you don’t need a passport,” Horgan said. “You’re a cat.”

I’ll let Lester explain the rest.

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Field journal of Feline Agent L. McMuffin,

Undercover assignment, Day 1

Location: Unable to reveal

Date: Unable to reveal

Mission: Infiltrate household and report suspicious activity.

Feline observations:

This look? You think it's something special? Don't flatter yourself.

This look? You think it’s something special? Don’t flatter yourself.

1. The house is run by a feline matriarch. She prefers the high ground. Avoids contact, except via teeth. The look of disdain captured by this photo is representative. Criminal potential: HIGH

2. The low ground is covered by a large, orange blanket. With feet. Excessively demonstrative. Purrs at the first sight of food or a human lap. Is too fat to reach either unaided. Criminal potential: LOW

My food...it's so far away. Yet somehow, I keep getting bigger.

My food…it’s so far away. Yet somehow, I keep getting bigger.

Human observations:

Majority of household activities are dictated by two miniature humans. They spend most of their time either playing with cats or dressing up as them. Once, I caught them smuggling large amounts of colorful currency into the basement. They spent a lot of time buying, exchanging, and mortgaging property. One of them spent time “In jail” during this activity. I suspect they are dwarves being groomed to infiltrate the Secret Agent Cat training program. Criminal potential: EXTREMELY HIGH.

I reported my findings to Horgan.

Meow. This isn't going to cause trouble at all.

Meow. This isn’t going to cause trouble at all.

He laughed at me. “Lester, the kids were playing Monopoly.”

“Then what was I there for? It was highly suspicious, Boss.”

He held a remote control up to my back, pressed a button, and much to my surprise, a voice started talking. I recognized the owner of the cats and dwarves saying, “Why do we have a foster cat again?” Horgan fast-forwarded through the recording, listened to bits here and there, and made notes.

At the end, he nodded, and said, “Thanks to you, we now have proof that Switzerland is trying to start a canine secret agent program.”

“I never saw anything.”

“They talked about it while you were asleep.”

“The dwarves? I knew it!”

Horgan’s coffee spilled. Through his nose. “The parents, Lester. The parents.”

“You mean all that time I was a glorified tape recorder?”

“The best undercover spies are the ones who don’t even know it.”

Used. For the sake of my country.

It’s better than being a cat toy, I suppose.

Horgan’s training us for a new mission. It’s top secret. But his butcher shop was broken into again, and he says it’s cheaper to train cats as guards than buy a better security system. Plus, he says it’s time to start earning our keep. I think it’s an abuse of our nocturnal tendencies. Lester says it’s an opportunity to hone our skills. Pfizz says we’ll be bringing home the bacon for real.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he’d let us have Internet access.

That’s why I’m opening up the On-line Home for Cats of Mystery and Adventure to Guest Bloggers this month. We’ll hear from members of Santa’ Claws, retired agents, and anyone else who has a tale of Mystery or Adventure to share. If you are a four-footed Adventurer of the feline variety with a flare for storytelling, send a picture and your story to horgan@timberhowligan.com.

Look for our first entry on Tuesday, August 13!

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