Serious News.

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Okay everyone, I’m going to cut the cat stuff for this post, because this is serious.

Padme (Jailbirdcat) got sick 2 days ago. She wouldn’t eat her wet food, and she had gotten so frail and fragile. She couldn’t purr when she was petted, and she barely realized when I picked her up. She just weakly put her arm around me and tucked her head under my chin. There was no light in her eyes when she saw me.

I took my fluffy robe that she loves into my room and rolled it into a ball, then put a towel down on it. I took her back to my room and covered her in a blanket. She stayed there all night just resting, then when I finally got into bed to sleep, she weakly meowed and crawled over and tried to lay on me like she normally does. Then in the morning she woke me up meowing, almost howling like she was in pain. So I jumped up and took her out to the living room. She started to not be able to control her bodily functions. She stopped, and I cleaned her up and took her back to bed.


That day she just laid and shivered. I sat with her and finally she reached out her paw wanting me to hold her hand. So we laid and I held her hand. Everyonce in a while she would start meowing because she felt like she needed to use the bathroom, but she was so dehydrated that it hurt. She got progressively worse. She stood up and crawled onto my chest. I cuddled her and she tried to purr.

We decided that we were going to call the vet and see if they would let us come in even though they were closed. She was suffering too much. She wouldn’t eat, she wouldn’t drink and she was having problems with her bathroom needs. It was time.

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On the left: Read on to find out who this one is. Mallie, short for Marshmellow, AKA The Demon

Dad got home, and he came back about 8:05 ish. Padme started howling in pain, just laying on my lap. Dad put his hand on her stomach to help her, and she started drifting away. Finally at 8:11 PM, June 30th 2015,she passed.

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She was my best friend. She was with me when I was ill, suffering with EDS. Not being able to get out of bed; She was there. She helped me get better. She was my therapy cat, I guess you could say. Everytime I would walk in the room her eyes would light up and she would meow and meow until I paid attention to her. She was my cat and I was her human. When I would come home, she would run as fast as she could (Knocking everything over) to the door to greet me. I would pick her up and we would have a conversation. It would go something like this; “Meow. Hi. Meow. Hello. Meow. How are you baby? Meow. Really?? Meow. No way. Meow. I love you baby. Meow.”

Even though I don’t have friends, I was okay because she was my best friend. In a way no human could ever be. I was never lonely when she was there. I don’t know what to do now that she is gone. But I know that I want to keep this blog running. Jailbirdcat will still be here. Will it be about our new cat that we rescued? Will Padme still run the household?Will it be about The Demon from Padme’s point of view? Or will it be from Mallie’s point of view? You’ll only know if you stay and find out.

I’m sure Padme has unlimited spy gadgets and an invisibility cloak in heaven.


With Love,

The Girl

3 Year Anniversary!

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Hello mortals,

(for once) I feel like I need to thank you. For if you were not aspiring to be like me, you would not be reading this blog. We all need a cat to look up to. For me, I look up to this cat;


But I digress.

Cats everywhere have come up to me and told me that I was their inspiration! (but it’s really inconvenient because most of the time they do it while I’m undercover and working on a mission so please don’t do it. Tweet me @Jailbirdcat using the hashtag: #padmelikesshamelessplugs) 😉

I thought now I could pay my respects by showing you a picture of me in a sweater.





A Pressing Word For WordPress

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I’mma bout to have poo-flinging moment with wordpress.. You peeps have changed this format so much I can’t even tell where my toes are. This is why cats need to RULE THIS WORLD. *Ahem*  Lost my temper. Just kidding, IT’S STILL HAPPENING, I’m sitting in my work space, and I be looking at the screen like:

Cat tech

What am I supposed to do with this peeple?!?!?! I’m about to go all egyptian on these hoomans! Like, take my earrings, hold my kitten, we going to TOWN. I am a cat and my lack of technology skills is making me insecure. *tear* I need someone to come now and hold my hand and be like “Don’t be insecure girl. Work that pony tail. OWN that updo.

Jailbirdcat out.

30 Cat Memes Kinda Day

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“Home Alone 6”???

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Hello Mortals,

I have an adventure for you peasants.

So the Witch and Ogre were gone, so obviously I got to rule the household. I allowed The Girl to reside in my kingdom.

There were some good times and bad times – well, bad times for The Girl, I’m impartial. Like, 1 down 1 to go, if ya know what I meannn…  We’ll start with the bad (*cough cough* impartial) news.

The Girl came home to find that Very Un-God Like had passed away.

Insert The Girl’s comment here;

“Yes, unfortunately Neera is gone, but we were all very ready knowing she could go anytime.  It still is very sad, but she’s happier up in Heaven.”

Insert Very Un-God Like memorial here;

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Then there was the happy times. Like when I when I dared to adventure OUTSIDE!

insert adventure photos here;

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And Worthless was sad…

insert sad photos here;

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Worthless also got his nails painted, Piranha got a sassy new outfit, and Stupid neighbor spooned with Piranha.

insert stupid photos here;

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What a week… phew. Now The Witch and The Ogre are back home and acting like they OWN the place.




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Hello mortals,

you should worship me more now.

Today marks the 2 year anniversary that I first basked you with my awesomeness. I’m pretty spectacular. Just saying.




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I call this my Elder Price kitty. (Brownie points if you get that reference ;))

I call this my Elder Price kitty. (Brownie points if you get that reference ;))


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Let me end your week with a number of violent cat pictures ~~~~~~

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Day 31: The Kitty Kouncil least bit Kozy enKounter

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“Bobby! Thank you for coming.” Tom says. Bobby sits down beside me and props his feet up on the table. “Let’s get this thing going!” He exclaims. “Feet. Off.” Tom demands. “Sorry…” Bobby says. “So. Let’s get down to business.” I say focused on capturing Vincinzo.

“Let’s lock this sucker up.” Charlie says



Okay, do we have any leads to Vincinzo?” I ask. “Well…no.” Tom says and we all give a huff “Do we have any inkling of where he might be??” I ask Bobby. “That would be a no.” Bobby answers. “So why exactly did you call us in if you had no leads other than the fact that he’s gone?!” I ask Tom annoyed “Well because Char-” “Because I have the map of the Island he might be on” Charlie cuts him off. “And how do you know that it’s where he could be?” I ask to no one in particular. “Because it was in his cell.” Tom tells me. “Well that would have been helpful to have known right away” I rant.


“So the places he could be are; Rocky Docks, The Last Island, Fright Forest, Deathly Bog, The Lost Treasure” “Which is no doubt a trap” Bobby says “,The Vile Volcano, Piranha Lagoon, Paramount Peaks, Creepy Cove, and of course the Island is surrounded with Shark infested waters” I list. “So which route would you like to choose for your death?” Charlie says in an announcer’s voice, which sends Bobby into a bout of giggles. “KEEP IT TOGETHER” I yell as I smack each of them.

“Okay, so I feel as though we’re all thinking this” Tom begins “We don’t have enough agents to surround the island plus send enough into each part to be safe” “Exactly. We don’t know how many allies he’s got country wide. We could be in bad shape if we underestimate him.” I explain.  “What is our next step, then?” Charlie asked. “We go to the Kitty Kouncil and demand to recruit and train agents.” I say.

“Do you realize  how long that would take?” Tom asked “Do you realize how long Vincinzo made me wait to catch him?!” I exclaim. “Padme’s right, if we wait long enough maybe we can tire him out.” Bobby says thoughtfully. “I’m sorry, I know this is serious. but can we just focus on the fact that he just said something that makes sense?” Charlie jokes

~At The Kouncil~


“Sir, please. If you just listen to us for one minute!-” “What she means, with all due respect, is what other way is there to extract him from that island without killing off all your agents?!” Tom diplomatically cuts me off. “That’s not my job. My job is to stop any absurd plans from disrupting our agency!” Edmund poop-ily says.

A quick grid of the Kouncil-cats, shall we?


“If you’re sitting there telling me that you don’t care about your agents then you are going to have to answer to a lot of cats.” I warn. “Is that a threat?” Douglass asks. “You can take that however you’d like, sir” I force a smile. “Are you going to let her threaten Douglass like that, Edmund?!?!” Sullivan squeaks “Sullivan hold it together!” Edmund commands.


“So you’re saying because the agents didn’t die because of Vincinzo then it’s not your problem? It’s still your agents! Besides, what proof do you have that says they didn’t??” Chadwick defends for us. “‘What difference does it make??'” WIlliamson asks. “It makes a very significant difference, good sir!”



“Look, we don’t need a lot of money. We have a whole section of our building that isn’t being used. We could easily turn into dorms.” I explain. “We’ve had 5 encounters with Vincinzo in the last year. It’s only a matter of time before something is compromised, giving him free reign to steal information, or Ra- forbid, Agents.” “Ma’am, how can you guarantee you’ll have cats that want to be agents?” Chadwick asks.

“We can’t.” I say. The whole council erupts in laughter. I raise my hand signaling I have more to say. “But sometimes in order to change, we have to change. Take that leap of faith. Sure, sometimes it won’t work out. But just because agents have died doesn’t mean we can’t live.” I recite \

They look at each other. Edmund takes a breath, “Agents, I’m sorry,but…..”




Fathers take note…

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