The Continuing Adventures of Gypsy and Jayne, Cat Detectives:

Gypsy: That squirrel is back. I like him for our perp. Let’s bring him in for questioning.

Jayne: I’m on a break. What’s a perp?

Gypsy: We need to figure out a way to bring him in here without attracting attention. Media’s all over this thing like flies on poop.

Jayne: I was going out for sandwiches soon, you want … hey, that squirrel is back!

Gypsy: Moron.

Jayne: We need to bring him in for questioning.

Gypsy: Good thinking, hotshot. You wanna explain how we do that? We have no evidence against him.

Jayne: My gut’s the only evidence we need.

Gypsy: What if he lawyers up? We’ll lose him for good.

Jayne: And while we’re yammering away over here, he’s climbing the fire escape.

Gypsy: Dammit. Call for backup!

Jayne: Oh look, a bird! We should bring him in for questioning.

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They’re killing me.

They’re killing me.

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“MY box.” — Gypsy (A second after Jayne jumped out, she came trotting in from the other room and beelined to the box. So funny.)

“MY box.” — Gypsy

(A second after Jayne jumped out, she came trotting in from the other room and beelined to the box. So funny.)

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She’s not a lap cat (yet?) but Gypsy likes to hang out with me in the morning.

She’s not a lap cat (yet?) but Gypsy likes to hang out with me in the morning.

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Good morning!

Good morning!

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And here’s my Gypsy girl. Who, I would like everyone to note, now allows me to hold her without the promise of treats. In fact, when I pick Jayne up and he starts to meow in protest (which I prefer to translate as “Oh yay, you’re holding me!”), Gypsy will come over to us, as if to say, “I will not make such a fuss when you give me a hug. Put that scamp down. It’s my turn.” I also think her splooch of white is the prettiest.

And here’s my Gypsy girl. Who, I would like everyone to note, now allows me to hold her without the promise of treats. In fact, when I pick Jayne up and he starts to meow in protest (which I prefer to translate as “Oh yay, you’re holding me!”), Gypsy will come over to us, as if to say, “I will not make such a fuss when you give me a hug. Put that scamp down. It’s my turn.”

I also think her splooch of white is the prettiest.

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Somehow my telling her the cone’s coming off today isn’t enough to coax her out of the carrier. She’s trying her hardest to become invisible.

Somehow my telling her the cone’s coming off today isn’t enough to coax her out of the carrier. She’s trying her hardest to become invisible.

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Jayne: Gypsy, I’m sorry I was so mean to you earlier today, trying to play rough while you’re still recovering from whatever happened I don’t wanna know. I’m going to sit next to you and cuddle to make you feel better. Gypsy: It will not make me feel better. Jayne: Yes it will.  Gypsy: Wrong. Jayne: Cuddles! Gypsy: Get. Out. {growls} Jayne: No. We’re cuddling. Even though frankly I don’t like your attitude.  Gypsy: I hate you so much right now.

Jayne: Gypsy, I’m sorry I was so mean to you earlier today, trying to play rough while you’re still recovering from whatever happened I don’t wanna know. I’m going to sit next to you and cuddle to make you feel better.

Gypsy: It will not make me feel better.

Jayne: Yes it will. 

Gypsy: Wrong.

Jayne: Cuddles!

Gypsy: Get. Out. {growls}

Jayne: No. We’re cuddling. Even though frankly I don’t like your attitude. 

Gypsy: I hate you so much right now.

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Seriously, with the scratching

That cone must be the itchiest bitch. Gypsy, who until now never wanted to be on the same piece of furniture as a human, is on the couch with me now, headbutting me so I will give her more neck scratches. 

“Doing the crossword? Please stop that and scratch me.”

“Reading the Internet, are you? NO. SCRATCH ME.”

“Applying for jobs? I don’t think so. SCRATCH ME. OH GOD SCRATCH ME.”

“Posting to Tumblr? Bitch, please. Like THAT’S important.”

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Nothing quite like being woken up at 5 AM by a cat vomiting in your bedroom

Fortunately it was the floor, not the bed. Or the clothes or the shoes. Gypsy was very considerate.

She’s also so miserable in the cone of shame that I can’t be upset. Her favorite thing in the whole world now is when one of us scratches her neck and chin. 

But yeah, I’ve been awake for almost an hour now. Good morning.

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