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Yard Trek: Diplomatic Incidents

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 8.19.16

The quadrant seems to get more populated every day.  A feline family and several  solitary citizens occupy the quadrant, and rather than utilizing their own rations, attempt to pilfer them from Yard Base. Sometimes they simply loiter. Lieutenant Jack handles Yard Base border security.

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Lieutenant Jack keeping an eye on a quadrant resident loitering near Yard base.

The newest resident of Yard Base, contrary to my initial fears that he was using mind control, has proven to be an eager recruit. Cadet Loki accompanies Lieutenant Jack on border patrols and while he can be a bit over-eager, has proven reliable.

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No incursions to report, sir.

The same ethics cannot be said of our senior Gallus gallus resident. She regularly steals the other Gallus gallus’ rations and has even been so bold to steal mine.

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Fleeing the scene after stealing rations.

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I would not be surprised if one of the Gallus gallus files a complaint.

It isn’t just the gallus either that have displayed unwelcoming behavior. Citizen Diamond expelled Cadet Loki from where he was docked, visiting Admiral Nom-Giver. She claims she had reserved docking privileges.

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Citizen Diamond is a known dissident and should be watched.

One could argue that such behavior is to be expected from undisciplined civilians. Unfortunately I must report that our own Captain Marble was reprimanded by Admiral Nom-Giver for willfully venting her waste port within the boundaries belonging to one of the quadrants canine citizens. He was quite vociferous in his complaints. I imagine any aspirations towards a diplomatic career are no longer possible with that sort of action in her file. She has also been caught taunting feline citizens at times and laughing at them. Despite the reprimands, she seems to show no remorse at all.

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It’s highly aggravating, that’s what it is! She corners me and all that fur, all that slobber…it’s traumatizing is what it is.

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What in the quadrant is wrong with her?!

I suspect the long stretch of heat and rain forcing everyone to remain within the confines of Yard Base is to blame for much of this. Cooler temperatures should prevail soon and Captain Marble can find entertainment that does not involve harassing Citizen Lovey.

Basement Cat, signing off.

 

 

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Yard Trek: Infiltration

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 12.12.2015

My worst fears have come true. As much as civilian Diamond and I disagree on the operation of Yard Base, she reports that the new arrival has successfully infiltrated Yard Base and now has complete access.

Civilian Diamond is reluctant to take overt action, but she’s informed me that she has made it a habit to harass the intruder when opportunity allows. I appreciate her efforts, meager though they are.

Everyone from Admiral Nom-Giver to Captain Marble, to Cadet Zeke are totally accepting of this new intruder. This means one thing.

Mind control!

I will bravely hold out for as long as possible, but I am uncertain of our future. The cuteness level of the intruder appears to nullify all defenses.

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Surveillance image showing Civilian Diamond keeping her distance

Basement Cat, signing off.

 

 

Yard Trek: Invasion!

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 11.24.2015

Admiral Now-Giver arrived home the other evening and as per protocol I met her and Admiral Soup King in the docking bay. Admiral Soup King’s sensors picked up a strange signal. Upon investigation we discovered that Yard Base had been invaded!

I fired upon the invader, but Admiral Nom-Giver issued a cease fire. She then proceeded to take the invader farther into Yard Base!! It is possible a changeling has kidnapped Admiral Nom-Giver and taken her place, but also equally possible that the invader used a secret weapon. I heard them say the cuteness levels were over 9,000. This cuteness they speak of may b effecting their judgement.

Captain Marble reports that the invader is confined to Admiral Nom-Giver’s quarters. I suppose this is of some comfort, as clearance for free access through Yard Base would be spell a sure takeover from nefarious sources. Civilian malcontent, Diamond, is displeased, and for once I support her. As the following sensor image shows, clearly we are in dangerous territory.

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Basement Cat, signing off.

 

Oooh Shiny!

As any of you following my blog may have noticed, I’m a bit random. One day it’s Yard Trek adventures and another day it’s parenting adventures, followed by a gluten free recipe. I imagine many of y’all followed for certain sorts of posts. Feel free to comment and let me know if you want more cats or more recipes, or maybe cats critiquing recipes!. 😀

As book 2 of Crossroads of Fate is slated to come out this year (hopefully–I’ve already seen the cover and finished the content edits), I made a brand new site dedicated to my Crossroads of Fate book series. There will be character renders, excerpts, Zane’s log and who knows what else. So for those of you who followed for the writing and story related stuff, wander over and take a gander. For those of you wondering where the cat recipe critiques are, my cats are food snobs. What can I say? They really, really want it, until you give them some, and then they decide they’d rather have toilet water.

If you like what you see, follow so you don’t miss out on new posts and content! Even better, maybe you’ll be inspired to buy a book.

For now, the Guardian series and various short stories can be found here or can be purchased on Amazon.

Defective Human

As I got ready for work Friday a heavy rainstorm rolled through. Before it hit I convinced Zeke to go outside to pee. Marble stepped outside, looked up, and promptly went back into the house.

“Nope. I’ll hold, thanks.”

“Really?”

“Yep.”

*sigh*

I went inside and made breakfast as the bottom fell out of the sky and peals of thunder had Zeke glued to my side.

“Meow!”

Jack wanted outside. I opened the front door. He took one look at the rain and changed his mind. I shut the door and went back to cooking my bacon and eggs.

“Meow, Meow, meow, meow.” Jack had a LOT to say.

“Fix it Mom. Why is it still raining? I want to go outside. I can’t go out if it’s raining. Make it stop. Why aren’t you doing anything? Jeeze. I thought you were a fully functional owner. I distinctly recall requesting a fully functional owner. Clearly you are defective, because it is STILL raining. Are you listening to me?…”

And on and on and on….

When I was done eating and the rain let up I opened the front door again.

“Really? You couldn’t turn it all the way off? Pft. Fine. I suppose this will have to do.”

I’m obviously a defective owner. I can’t even make it stop raining.

Yard Trek: Doppelganger

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 4.8.2014

I suspect I have found a portal to the mirror universe. My doppelganger from that  universe appears now and again and shadows me. Lieutenant Jack is of the opinion we must repel this incursion at all costs. I find it difficult to battle my mirror-self, although, for the sake of the space-time continuum, I do not let my mirror-self encroach too closely.

This tree should prevent a collapse of the space-time continuum. Right?

This tree should prevent a collapse of the space-time continuum. Right?

According to observations, mirror-me lacks my excellent skills of tracking and eliminating enemies. I think perhaps my food bowl is the target of the incursion, in which case, Jack may be right after all. There’s only enough room at my food bowl in this universe for one Basement Cat.

Basement Cat, signing off.

Yard Trek: It’s a dog’s life

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 1.29.2014

I have been confined to yard base due to an influx of arctic temperatures that exceed the design specifications of my fur. Basement-cat-wannabee still attempts guerrilla attacks, but my extensive deployment has honed my skills. She no longer poses any threat to my safety.

A medium sized-human’s yelp when I pounced on a foot confirms my attack skills have not been dulled by my incarceration stay inside.

While Admiral Nom-Giver was assisting a medium-sized human with making noise that sounded akin to the feather snacks I enjoy, the canine units entered my domain in need of assistance.

As often is the case with bureaucracy, Admiral Nom-Giver denied their first request without even hearing them out. When they next approached, I noticed they had nominated Captain Marble to speak for them. I must say that I approve, as she seems the best among them at dealing with the bureaucracy.

Admiral Nom-Giver finally agreed to accompany them, where, having completed her task, Captain Marble retired to her quarters. General Millie and Cadet Zeke stood guard over the empty water bowl while the Admiral saw to its maintenance.

Harmony was restored….except for that darn feather-song noise. It made me hungry.

Basement Cat, signing off.