Mason Labs Destroyed...FINALLY

There...is...a...BOLT...stuck...in...my...warehouse!!! The Elf came over and and we both looked upwards at the large piece sticking out of my smokestack. "That is...massive," he said. "That is one big nut." I must have inherited some of my father's love of crass humor as I could not help but laugh despite the fact that we were standing among rubble. He offered to remove it for me, as it is supposedly "active", but I said to leave it. I am a feline of science and this is a lab and warehouse--not an "oh-so-delightfully pretty" Victorian house...
The last time I saw Mason Labs, it was still intact. I had made a pact with them not to destroy it (or let my minions burn it to the ground) although sorely tempted to do so on many an occasion...
Last night I found it in ruins, the building's remnants smoldering......and its parts strewn across Steelhead Port Harbor from the force of the explosion...The Elf had told me that only the so-called "Jeremiah" had been injured. If he is a Mason as he claims, then he should be fine. Those Masons are quite a resilient lot. I had also inquired as to the canines in Miss Davies' Dog Park across from it. When told that they were fine despite the pieces in their midst, I could only say "Pity." When I went over to see for myself, some ran over to greet me. EW. I feel so dirty now.

A Harrowing Evening

I am usually a bit more careful, so I do not know how the explosion happened or how smoke came to be billowing out of the Caledon Tam lab...
But the next thing I knew I found myself lying on a table at Caledon Regency Hospital. I have no idea how the minions got me there, but they had instructions to do so in case I could not tend to myself. I do not trust most crackpot quack doctors out there to treat me, but if I have to pick one, at least Dr. Mason is familiar with dealing with mechanical parts. I became quite feverish and in addition to my raving and ranting about my parents and minions, I am quite sure that I promised to kill him... However, my senses are quite keen and I could have sworn that at one point there were two Dr. Masons present. The other told me his name was "Marcus". Could I have been hallucinating in my delirium? The last thing I remember before closing my eyes was looking up and seeing the Doctor standing over me, singing a song in an eastern Feline dialect to calm me...
For what it was worth, upon my waking in the morning much improved, I was brought fresh salmon for my breakfast. A good medical institution indeed! Now, where are those minions? *narrows eyes*