These are the exploits of Basement Cat: her continuing mission to explore strange new grass, to seek out new life and new noms, to boldly go where no cat has gone before!
Basement Cat’s Log: Yard Date 2.1.2013
A feline of unknown origin or alliance has ventured into our quadrant. Although he has presented the appearance of a peaceful traveler, I do not trust him. He has attempted to make overtures toward Admiral Nom-Giver. She was diplomatic and friendly, but refused him entrance into homebase.
At times he is accompanied by a companion who slinks off as soon as sensors detect their presence. I suspect they are up to no good. The most recent encounter with this feline leaves no doubt in my mind that he is attempting to invade our quadrant.
Jack and I were patrolling the quadrant when the stranger appeared. Despite Jack’s warning message, the feline refused to leave. Jack suggested his universal translator was malfunctioning,
When he boldly attempted to enter homebase’s cargo bay, I felt a clearer message was required. I powered up lasers.
I fired a warning shot across his whiskers…
He used evasive maneuvers, but did not retreat.
Admiral Nom-Giver was forced to halt his attempts at entering homebase. The loyalties of the canine members of our Federation seem to be questionable. Junior, unfortunately, also seemed much too willing to welcome this interloper. I may have to take harsh measures. I may even join forces with Diamond if she agrees to evict this feline. As she is always ready for battle, I have confidence that I can count on her claws.
In an unrelated incident, Admiral Nom-Giver reported a spatial anomaly which caused her workout accessories to disappear. A chance foray into Mr. Smarty-Pants’ system located part of the accessories and further searches in other systems uncovered the remaining items. It is the opinion of the science council that a there is an untethered wormhole in the system which our sensors cannot detect. Caution is advised should you happen upon the entrance as it does not seem to be stable and whatever goes in might possibly come out in pieces.
That is all.
Basement Kitten, signing off.