New Product Release: Mad Scientist Trash Bin

The refuse from those experiments has to go somewhere. In a solid metal bin. I'm sure other mad scientists and evil geniuses will agree. And don't worry...I have my own contractor who comes to take it away. In the meantime, it is filled with all sorts of miscellaneous things that I have created--some with full perms to be used in your own experiments, some not. If you peer inside, there is a glass coil, an Ehrlenmeyer flask, a radioactive glowing orb, a barrel, a crate of rubber gloves, a large cog, and a can of Krazy Kat Kibble. It comes with the empty bin and a display version with everything inside.

Taking Notes on Elven Experiments and Observations

Last week, I attended a salon in Babbage about the magickal creatures we know as fae/fey. I do find it interesting that two of the main Steamlands regions are governed by them--The Elf (Lunar) of Steelhead and Mayor Tenk of Babbage. Tenk seemed to be in a bubble. I kept looking at my claws and back at him, sorely tempted...
The Redhead (Tensai) was there to speak more about her experiments upon her husband to see what makes him tick. Now that's what I'm interested in! As a feline of science, I queried if there was a conflict between science and the magickal. She believes magick to be the sciences unexplained...I will tell you one thing--her examination ray is rather fantastic. I should like to get my paws upon one...

Ask ETK: Garden Gnome Attacks

Dear Evil Tiny Kitty,

I am having a problem with Scout again. Why does she keep attacking my garden gnome and breaking it?

Signed,
Broken

Dear Broken,

'Tis a garden gnome.

May I help her?? PLEASE?


If you have any RL kitty questions you would like answered, feel free to send them to me inworld or at malegatto[at]gmail.com and I shall enlighten you a bit from a cat's point of view! I also accept pictures of them to feature as well.

1900 Automaton Kitty

While perusing the aether cinematics, I found this one of a little 1900 Parisian automaton kitty in the process of being repaired. Hmm...a fuzzy clockwork kitty makes me think, "Mew, mew, ticktick, ZAP!"

Yessss...

A Most Unexpected Surprise

I stretched as I woke up from my catnap and decided to take a walk around the grounds of the warehouse in Port Harbor, the wood feeling pleasantly cool beneath my paws. I sniffed the air and was confused until I saw it...someone had placed a rather large fishbowl in the corner of my lot--teeming with all of the fishies that I could handle! I tapped on the glass with a claw, watching them disperse and could not wait to dip a claw or two in there for a snack--after testing them for poison, of course. How delightful! I do not know what to make of this as I am not used to such acts of kindness directed towards me. How did it get there? Who could have left such a thing for me?
I went back upstairs to work on a formula when a scent once again caught my attention. I went out onto the walkway and looked below. "YOU!" I yelled, seeing the purple hair and wings and thinking of how sore my tail had been. I leaped down, landing gracefully on my feet beside him with my claws unsheathed...Chronos immediately apologized for hurting my tail, but what he said next surprised me more as he confessed that he was the one who brought me the fish. Had even fished for them himself! He even threatened the crate creature for me--who actually did pipe down for once. What kind of demon is he? Chronos is nothing like...no...I can not speak that name. I haven't since life number two so long ago.

That's enough. More than enough.

I am done writing for now...

On An Angry Mob's Good Side For Once

Usually angry mobs mean a problem or botched experiment gone awry...whatever was I thinking when I agreed to go to a dance surrounded by pitchforks and torches the other night? And a purple demon stepped on my tail. As it still hurts a bit, I am going to try not to scratch him next time that I see him. Yes, I know...he's a demon. That won't do much good to him, but it'll make me feel good!

'Twas a bit of an enjoyable diversion though. Some seem to think I should get out more. That perhaps all of those fumes, chemicals and sparking wires are not altogether good for me. They should be more concerned about what is good for them, not me! I am an evil genius and criminal mastermind! I am supposed to be busy in my lab inventing things and plotting and scheming and lurking in the shadows! Anyway...I have some business that I need to handle soon. Something that I must go to a hidden place to retrieve--I mean, deal--with.

*mutters to herself and rubs her tail*

Yes, I Have a Theme Song: Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton

I am used to being on the receiving end of them, but I thought I'd brave the pitchforks and torches and attend the angry mob-themed dance last night in Steelhead. While there, Sheriff Fuzz played a favorite song of mine that many agreed was rather...appropriate:

The lyrics are rather spot on. Did he get ahold of my journal somehow?

Evil Tiny Kitty of the Week: Minion Potential

Minions with such potential to slip away unnoticed like that are always of value!

A Dam Bandage? Really?

Someone put a dam bandage on the dam. I mean, really, I would be more than happy to make those dam cracks ever so much wider...

*cackles*

Adventures in Babbage

Yesterday, I thought I would visit my minion Asrei in New Babbage and take a bit of a tour. Especially as much of the town seemed to be distracted by a soiree in the Vernian Sea. First, however, we thought we'd thoroughly look at the relatively new town hall there. We found its hydro-power system to be of much interest...Took a lift to the clocktower, where there was a small hammock. Just big enough for a gnome, I'd say. I noted the exits. Hmm...
While in the water-accessible basement, we examined the hydro-power source a bit further...
While walking along the pier, my minion's combustion weapon seemed to attract much attention from visitors and other looky-loos intrigued by its design. Asrei looked at me--as he was itching to burn something--and I nodded. He flipped a switch, pulled the trigger and whoosh! Ah, I do love fire so.
We even ran into a Babbage intelligence officer. I do prefer to stay under the radar, so it was good to not be a "person of interest"--at the moment. I must pay another visit to Babbage sometime soon. I find their citizens rather amusing.

Feline Transport

The latest in automated feline transport. Surely something like this will come in handy (for me). I shall set my minions to work: