Zed And Agent Nine

Zed Monster and Agent Nine are now located in time out. It appears Zed and Jeffrey, "AKA" Agent Nine, thought it would be interesting to bring in a dead bird and leave it behind the kitchen table. The poor bird was in the wrong place at the right time for Bad Kitty Cats.

Unknown to the human world here, Atari proceeds to play floor hockey with the now named Crunch the Dead Bird. Blue joined in and Nico being a pro like her mom Maggie gave pointers to all who observed. Much hissing was heard all around, alerting humans to mischief. With Nine around, we must always be aware of things brought in the house in case it is still alive like the Sugar Glider "AKA" Alive And Flying Squirrel that attacked Husbandman during a game of save Sugar the Attack Glider from the Bad Cats. Now he insists on dealing with only the dead presents.

After a time of plotting in the dark recesses of the Bad Kitty Household, while this human found feathers and a new reason to wake Husbandman, since I only handle the live presents here, Merlin and Jezebel plotted lunch with Crunch. That is actually how the poor bird arrived at its name, Merlin won.

Considering he is half the size of a mountain lion and eats anything that moves or for that matter, does not move, Merlin won the battle. Jezebel turned up her nose and stole the prize sleep spot with Dadman, while I went to rest with the sleeping. The bird was no more. Only a few feathers as a reminder of what happens when Agent Nine and Zed Monster conspire together. I found Jeffrey and Zed's planning area, in the washer. They do not know it echoes in the clothes cleaner.

Since Zed is pouting he wishes me to relay "I, Zed Monster The Innocent, Will Remain Not Guilty Until Proven Otherwise." On the Human "That Woman" me side, things are calming down in my world a bit but my mind is scattered often. Now how do we get to the Weekend Cat fun? Zed wants to post for that so we will return later with Zed piping his lungs for us. Purrs for all.

The Elusive Maggie Up Close

Zed here reporting for the Bad Kitty Cats household. Maggie the Cat decides to come in for more than ten minutes and graces us with her mug shot. It appears she remains forever gone to cause That Woman to panic. Maggie the Cat insists she has "No Comment" on her wanderings. I, Zed Monster, do have a comment concerning Maggie flopping her furred self on my, Zed the Selfish, snuggle. And next to my toys. Of course I, ZM, think everything in this house is mine mine mine... But to please That Woman, I, Zed the Cool, will share for just a while longer. Agent Nine and I, ZM the Spy, have a master plan for later today. Signing off from Bad Kitty Land... Zed

Nico And Jeffrey

ZM here. It is Wordless Wednesday. Shhhh.... Purrs!

Merlin Catches Fire

Zed Monster here. Much thought was given to this days posting. While I, Zed the Bold, bathe publicly, thoughts of burning fur - no wait, that would be an odor of Merlin's butt feathers on fire cross my, Zed the Thinker, mind.

That big floofy oaf sat on That Woman's candle while opening the Food Door. Now we Bad Kitty Cats give Merlin credit for throwing down treats to us all, but he should really understand That Woman has set other Bad Kitty Cats to flame with her odd ways.



Poor Merlin is not the first. While That Woman works on her computer, she insists on having this strange extra light next to her. I, Zed the Investigator, do believe it is to keep us away from her key board, however That Woman would protest. She insists she enjoys the scented oil in the candle. Strange humans. If I, Zed the Victim Before, can not stick my, ZM, nose on it and rub my furs around without cat injury, it must be gone.

Merlin is safe and smelly still, as he always is, and I, Zed the Curious, must find the source of pine scent and destroy it from high places. The noise is extraordinary! Maybe it will scare away that satan puppy the boy brought home. Sigh... and many Purrs

Slow New Year Start

Hi every kitty. Well my, Zed Monster, plans to take over the world by now have been stalled. But never fear, my sulking has gotten Bad Kitty Cats back on track with That Woman. It would be a nightmare to explain what has been happening in our human world, but if you want to find out why we have been absent, you can read That Woman's Journal. After That Woman posted, I, Zed Monster, let her know a thing or two about sharing computer time with the meowers here.

Considering many important events around the Bad Kitty Cat household, including a sugar glider incident, we will be catching up with our adventures over the next few days. At least That Woman remembered to take some photographs for me, Zed the Beautiful.

If you notice, Atari is sitting in the lap of Creepy Baby. Of course, I, Zed the Camera Lover, did not look very happy here. Overheard was That Woman telling The Man Who Feeds Us Breakfast At Four AM how cute Atari was curled up sleeping. Are I, Zed the Best, not beautiful and cute as well? How dare she insist I, Zed, share her loves with other furballs? It is sad enough my, Zed Monster, PitRPat treats must be shared.

And do I, Zed Monster, have proof enough of that atrocity. Snotface Mad Child went and was found by a new Bad Kitty Cat in Texas where she lives now. The suggestion to send Merlin Kitchen did not go well with That Woman, but now, we Bad Kitty Cats will allow Azabelle to be number 10. All agreed Snotface needs to have a Kitty Cat around at all times.

So That Woman, how dare her, took my, Zed Monster the Awesome, PitRPats stash and packaged them up for Azabelle. To show displeasure, the mail was eaten and my, Zed, treats were freed. The rest of the story, I, ZM, show my wrath by bringing home live presents. But that is for another day. That Woman says it is snuggle time. I, Zed Monster, leave you with a last look at the furious results of the mail confiscation. Until then, Zed Monster signing off. Sweet Purrs!

Jeffrey Agent Number Nine

Since we Bad Kitty Cats have not written in a long too long while, I, Zed Monster, have volunteered to reintroduce each Bad Kitty Cat over the next nine days. Today we meet Jeffrey Agent Number Nine. He is the black panther kitty cat so rudely laying in his food bowl. Notice how I, Zed Monster, eat properly while he just flops down as if he owns this house.

Oh wait, That Woman insists I, Zed The Supreme Bad Kitty Cat, mention it is his home now as well. Number Nine is indeed our new Ninth Bad Kitty Cat. He showed up with a predicament in his tail. It appears some evil humans with an Axe cut off almost half of his tail and then tried again near his boo hiney tail area where I, ZM, had surgeries once.

Since Jeffrey and I, Zed Monster, have something in common, parts of our tails missing, I, Zed The Wonderful, actually welcomed Agent Nine with holding paws for a long while. Of course I, Zed the Sneaky, made sure there were no batteries in That Woman's Camera so Jeffrey Agent and Spy remains anonymous in crime with me, ZM.

Jeffrey is a fast learner, however he has taught me, Zed the Graceful, many new tricks on how to obtain food and attention. Since I, Zed the Picky, do not eat human food, the attention was what I, Zed the Clever, focused upon., That Woman now sports longer pants and it was over heard she would most likely bleed to near death if we partners in crime do not stop tearing her leg flesh.

Agent Nine, he is here to stay. That Woman loves us all. Tomorrow we shall introduce or possibly reintroduce Blueberry Velvet.

2009 Laziness

Can you spot how many lazy cats are in my humans bedroom? While I, Zed Monster, was out busy protecting the homestead, Five, yes count them, are flopped out lazy. How do I, Zed, put up with all the difficult situations? Whine a lot for PitRPats and eat paper? Yes that is what I, Zed Monster, shall do today. Eat your cabbage and black eye peas every kitty. Purrs and we all hope this is a great year for all Kitty Cats. Good and Bad!