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From: Agent Cuddles
To: Mr. Whiskers
Date: 1 September 2024
Subject: Mission Report

Agent Winnie told me Agent Zoe is still calling me a collaborator, but that she is stressing out. Agent Probie told me not to worry about it. He is aware that I am only gathering intelligence.

Agent Sadie is also looking stressed. If you ask me, Agent Zoe has managed to stress herself and taking it out on everyone else. I told that to Agent Probie who said he’d talk to her. He seems harried and no wonder. I understand he’s been trying to establish a fair schedule for us to have time to relax. Agent Zoe taking on students threw that out. He’s working to incorporate a fair amount of training to every one of us. I didn’t sign up to be a teacher, but I will take my turn. I confess I don’t know how good I’d be as a teacher. Agent Probie told me I could do my work and let the kittens watch me do it. I guess that would work.

I’m quite annoyed with Agent Zoe. I’m not a collaborator. I wish she would stop saying I am. It’s unsettling at best and could result in my losing my place here. I like it here and want to stay.

She’s trying to get rid of me. I’m certain of that. I am not a collaborator. I’m sick of telling everyone that. I’m sure they are sick of hearing it. Why does she hate me? I’m only trying to do my duty to the best of my ability.

From: Agent Sadie
To: Mr. Whiskers
Date: 1 September 2024
Subject: Mission Report
Agent Probie has address the problem with the kittens. He has asked the other agents to take some time to help train the youngsters. We are all taking a turn to work with them. It has eased my difficulties with finding time to do my own job along with training the kittens.

I bungled things in the archives again. I can’t win here. I began crying when I knocked over a stack of organized reports when Agent Winnie surprised me. He came into the archives, looked at the scattered reports I was trying to pick up. He came over to me and began washing my face.

He told me he understood that what happened was an accident. He actually apologized for yelling at me the last time. He told me not to worry about the mess. We’d clear it up together and reorganize it together. He said what he needed me to do was to move slowly. Then I wouldn’t be so apt to knock things over.

So that’s what we did. Agent Winnie admitted to me that what happened was partly his fault. If he’d stored the stacks better, they wouldn’t have been there to knock over. I must admit, he made me feel better. We worked together for a while and Agent Winnie commented he needed some more file cabinets. So I went to my office and got the necessary requisition forms. I asked him how many he thought we needed. He said two. I’ve attached the requisition request to this report.

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