Feline Freedom League

From: Agent Molly
To: Mr. Whiskers
Date: 2 January 2021
Subject: Mission Report

It would be much better for me if someone told me when I’m going to a conference. The humans caught me by surprise when they bundled me up and imprisoned me. then they force fed me something and I got very sleep. I’m sure they drugged me. I would have thought it was a normal interrogation. Except that not that long ago, they took me for interrogation. I fell asleep in the travel cell. When I woke, I was in neither my home nor an interrogation room.

I soon realized I was in the Place of the Big Canines. They are big, too. The humans seemd to keep them from near this room. I’m confined to one room, although I’m certain there are more rooms to this place. I must admit I am glad I’m confined. If I were out with those large dogs, I would fear for my life. That thought forced me to wonder if I am confined for my own safety.

I have been here before. I remember this place. The human female is the one I trust. I do trust her. I even sort of trust the male who lives in my home territory. I don’t trust him as much as the female though. She ensures I have food. The male does on occasion, puts food in my dish. The female is the one who provides the food the most.
This is not a normal situation. I have food, water and a litter box in this place. My belief is that I am on my way to a conference. Would it hurt to let me know this is coming? I do not know how you get the humans to transport me. How ever you do so, I do look forward to meeting with Agents Probie, Skittlebutt and Zoe.

Again, they forced me to take a drug. I slept in my travel cell and woke to find myself confined in a different room. Outside is a huge canine and a couple of cat-sized ones. I was at the conference location. I could hear Agent Probie as he attempted to make contact. I knew for sure I was at the conference. I’m not sure why we didn’t have the conference last year in person, if we were returning to that. I remember hearing something about sickness. If it was a sickness that prevented our in-person meetings, I was well. The humans I live with, while they both stayed in the habitat, also seemed well. Agent Probie stated no one was ill at their habitation, not cat, dog, nor human. So no one was any more unwell than they usually are. We do not know what illness prevented us from meeting up last year.

I did hear a name — COVID 19. Which may be the name of the illness as it doesn’t seem to be a human name. It isn’t a cat name. I don’t believe it is a dog name either. Whatever it is, the humans were afraid of it. Now they fear something called Delta Deviant. I have done research into that, but I haven’t found much. I will report on my research in later reports.

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