I am rather dismayed at the fate that has befallen the town of Steelhead. I returned only to be able to claim what was left of my operations (a stash here, a stash there).
I found myself in need of a new lair base of operations and traversed the lands of Caledon until I found a perfect little parcel in Stormhold. Water access? CHECK. Out of the way? CHECK. A new beginning (yet again. Oh, the life of an independent mad scientist)? CHECK!
Gather together minions and secure the crate creature and squiddy thing, we are moving back to Caledon!
I have been in hiding for quite a while now, so I have been remiss in updating this aether journal. I have also been remiss in noting the passing of one of my feline inspirations, Miss Scout aka "STK" (Stump-Tailed Kitty for her stump of a tail)...
Your petty, stubborn streak as well as your sense of humor and keen intelligence shall be truly, sorely missed. The dragging of your human servant caretaker's course textbooks into your litter box was a master stroke indeed! That showed him! Brilliant! I do send him my condolences.
May there be all of the kitty treats, wiggling things on strings, and fishies that you can possibly handle.
Yes, I recognize that it is now the end of June and I was rather slow to speak of this, but June is Adopt A Cat Month.
I was rather lucky in that I grew up with a human that loved me and my family, as well as the other felines and animals of her household. But many other felines have not been so lucky and end up in shelters. Lest someone say that I have gone soft, to me it means more minions! I mean happy complacent humans!
I mean, oh...you get what I mean! You may also find out more about how you can give a good kitty a home, or visit your local shelter, ASPCA or Humane Society.
I thought I would stop by and check in on Willard the Jail Rat. I was most surprised to see that there was another rodent in his cell. A roommate perhaps? What is its name? I thought Willard did not like others in his cell with him. A rat loner.
It was most chatty in a Chester kind of way. It was rather hard to keep from eating him as he looked quite appetizing. I asked him how he was enjoying his new abode and he simply said "There are not enough things to gnaw on, and you know how we rats like to gnaw things!"
Today I was thinking about Lady Ada Lovelace, a fellow female of technology and a bit of a role model to me. I met her once during my travels with my adventurer-inventor father as a very young kitten and curled up nearby, listening to her theories about the latest this and that. The person she was talking to seemed rather bored, but I was enthralled. I am most sure that we would have gotten along rather swimmingly and her thoughts on my latest doom rays, automatons and mechanical wonders would have been much appreciated.
That Babbage on the other hand...I don't know how she dealt with him on a regular basis. I hope she had a doom ray on stun nearby to pop him when he became too insufferable.