Special Agent Raiden, assumes position at 13:00 behind the battle lines of
enemy defence.  "Crimson the Cat", (forein intellegence) of the F.E.L.I.N.E.
Corp., is on guard.  Protected only by the bars of my secret hand-picked
hidyhole do I watch the opposition taking a long twitch-infused nap.  His
relaxed, passive, not-so-bright-look-on- his-face will not be fooling the
ever-alert Special Agent.
 
You see there is a very serious subject to this mission.  This furry Forein
Intellegence has in his possession, some property of 'yours truly', of which
is very useful in distracting certain humans from returning me to my
quarters too soon and without stored or hidden food stuffs.  A stuffed BABY
KERMIT.  This crafty tool has allowed me priviledges that Forein
Intellegence "Crimson the Cat" must never know.  Afore meantioned, longer
time to scout escape routs, amusing humans in order to assume the "cute"
status for accumulating food stuffs, and to just plain annoy Forein
Intellegence "Crimson's" Seargeant Major at the F.E.L.I.N.E. Corp..
 
I wait patiently for the humans to open the door of my carefully chosen
hidyhole.  In one of them comes.  The door is open.  I get a pat on the
head.  The human attempts to communicate with some sort of garbled language
sounding something like "Afternoon Rat".  Who is this 'Rat' person.....
 
Well needless to say, she said it loud enough for Forein Intellegence
Crimson to twitch, thus shifting Baby Kermit from under one paw to under
both.  Not to worry.  We were warned about this element of danger in
training.  Very carefully I suck in my gut to get past the bars (I gotta
start working out), and just as I get my tail out, I see a groggy eyeball
glaring at me.  So I freeze.  Assuming the "I am not a crook" mode.
 
The eyeball of Forein Intellegence Crimson closes.  So the first chance I
get, darting at him, I grab Baby Kermit and run for the hills!  In actual
fact, under the humans bed.  No sign of Forein Intellegence.  The sleeping
pill I dropped in his water worked!  Phew!
 
Signing off - Special Agent Raiden.
[Posted in FML issue 1615]