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Oh no he didn't?!

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The plot thickens - who is the cat spying on Spying cat? A fellow spy or a foe?

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For quite a while, there was very little espionage activity; mainly due to some other properties and felines that needed investigation. Suddenly, when we least expected it, there was a ubiquitous silhouette in the bushes.He promptly went to the patio, where he proceeded with a strange rolling ritual, until something struck his mind. With speed of lightning, he disappeared, only to reappear in the

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The other day, our spy displayed some puzzling behaviour. While he indeed was in the garden spying, he looked into the opposite direction. But why?Apparently, he has discovered that new neighbours include a white feline! Is it an accomplice or the counter-intelligence? To be continued...

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We think he's been to some kind of training camp, judging from his newly aquired coala-like climbing technique possibly in Australia.Spying Cat also wants to say "Vielen Dank für die tollen Awards" to Cat with a garden

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The other day, our spy was spotted staring into the kitchen window, clearly pondering something. When confronted, he remained quiet, yet had a sly look on his face. This usually means a new, devious, mission is about to take place soon.

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one touched him?a) Shred the hand to pieces and then devour itb) urinate on the handc) a combination of bothd) otherAnd the answer is.... Purr like a big lion!

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Spying cat will be back shortly.

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After a while of very low espionage activity - probably due to excessive catnip intake - there was a familiar silhouette in the kitchen window. When an angry Maja appeared in the atrium, he scurried away, only to suddenly appear on the atrium roof. He looked slightly bored, but then he seemed to have an evil epiphany. Was he going to try the window route once again? No, he wasn't. Instead, he

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The other day, there was a familiar silhouette, yet behaving in an unusual way, in the flower bed. Why was he trashing around like that? Upon a closer inspection, the catnip plants were trampled down and shredded to pieces - by whom, we can only assume. After a while, he sobered up a little and remembered that he was on a secret mission. Embarrassed, he staggered to a bush and hid there for

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Sometimes even the most nimble creature can have a moment of clumsiness. Like recently, when our spy tried to impress Maja, who remained unimpressed, by playful rolling close to edge of the flowerbed. He became more and more fearless, and suddenly he got too close to the edge. In order to mask his clumsiness, he pretended that he had an urgent toilet visit.

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Very little is known about him - is he a disciple or a higher agent? He might be very sophisticated since we don't spot him very often here. On the other hand, his very obvious way of entering the garden suggests he might be a spy-in-training.

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After an a boring mission in the kitchen window today, spying cat discovered the bathroom window. He seemed to investigate the opening mechanism of it. Note to self: Do not keep the bathroom window wide open any more.

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...or maybe not?

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He is getting new neighbours - a small apartment complex - which, of course, needs to be thoroughly investigated. Because of this, he has been unable to grace us with his presence as much as usually. However, yesterday, there was a familiar figure in the cherry tree.Stay tuned for the detailed story tomorrow!

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Lately, all espionage activity has been under the guise of darkness, and very brief, which made it difficult to document. However, during a stroll in the garden, I spotted a curious-looking shadow next to the front porch. And a ubiquitous pair of eyesWith a sly stare Then he got embarrassed when he realized that he wasn't as cleverly hidden as he initially thoughtAfter trying out a new - but

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During the holidays, the level of espionage has been curiosly low; even the magpies, who always keep track of the magpie assassinator, have been quiet. Very early this morning, however, there was an strange silhouette in the kitchen window. Who could that be? The round head and pointy ears looked a bit familiar. And the flash revealed a very ubiquitous face. What he had been plotting in the

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Lately, the cats have been unusually interested in sniffing the atrium floor. We thought there might just be a hibernating hedgehog under the atrium. Never did we suspect it to be the very new and top-secret headquarters of a cunning spy. What has looked like innocuous rolling and light spying has actually been devious plotting. The headquarters are so top-secret that there is only one possible

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During the last couple of days, the kitchen window has been under strong surveillance. While the spy only has been caught red-pawed once, evidence suggests there has been additional clandestine activity. The counter-intelligence is making an effort at mitigating the risk of a successful kitchen intrusion.

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... or has there?

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Sometimes a good toilet visit is all one needs in order to come up with an evil scheme. Just a few seconds of relaxation, and his face got a sly expression. He was up to something, but what? When he was done, he resolutely marched to the front porch.At first, he waited for someone to open the door. He even tried hypnotizing the door into opening itself- without any success.For a brief moment, he

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The other morning, we saw a poorly hidden figure outside of the atrium.When he noticed he that he was discovered, he pretended to be confused and not knowing where he was. Of course, he isn’t very good at keeping a straight face, so very soon, he got a cunning look on his face. He went to the catnip while keeping an eye on the atrium. Then he refreshed his bottom for a while, only to suddenly

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Thank you Diamondcat for the award!

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Every now and then, we receive an ominous message; preferably involving biting or urinating.This time, he very demonstratively ate a wad of Maja’s fur that had remained in the garden after a brushing session.

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After a couple of – at least seemingly - espionage-free days, it was time for yet another intrusion attempt. At first it looked like a regular siesta, with some innocuous rolls. Then he pondered something for a while, only to suddenly look very shrewd. “If those dim-witted Pink Monkeys are able to open the door, so am I!” Needless to say, the attempt was rather futile, so he went to his

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Sometimes he's quite clever, other times he is a bit poorly hidden.

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(A.k.a the ridiculous cats, according to Spy Cat.)Milos is our oldest cat, born in March of 1993. He is fairly good-natured and very social, loves kittens, although likes giving the other cats, particularly Felix, a disciplinary spanking every now and then. Among his favourite toys are cables (see pictorial evidence below), which we have had to hide from his jaws in order to prevent the house

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After the unsuccessful attempt of getting into the house, he went for a brief espionage round to see if he could find another way. But first he had to relax; he had worked hard today, both with his espionage missions and with catching a pigeon and dragging it through the block. The atrium needed to be inspected and bugged: Suddenly, he discovered that a piece of moss that hadn’t been there

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This morning, through the angry screams of the magpies, we could hear some loud meowing below the kitchen window. Since the magpies are good indicators of impending feline espionage, it wasn’t difficult to guess who was meowing and spying at the same time. At first, he was so busy meowing and spying that he didn’t notice me. It didn’t take long until he did, thoughHe stared at me for a couple of

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Yesterday evening, he tried a new tactic in order to get into our house - asking politely."Please let me come in; I just want to see what your house looks like inside..And maybe taste a little of the delicious cat food you have? Try out your beds... Beat up the ridiculous cats! And pee everywhere! Please?"

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Even though the lavender pruning has exposed the tac headquarter in the front yard, it did not become abandoned. Instead, it is now being used for surveillance of the basement....and of the air territory.As well as bugging of the front entrance.And of course, for the customary bottom-grooming.

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Something in the flowerbed seemed to have caught Felix' and Maja's attention, although nothing unusual enough to spark Milos' interest. Based on their sniffing and hissing, it was reasonably safe to assume a creature of some kind was lurking below the window The creature was easy to identify since it was so poorly hidden by the recently pruned lavender. Oblivious to the fact that the hide was no

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A quiet night, just as everyone had fallen asleep, someone let out a blood-curdling scream in the livingroom, followed by a thump. Maja had been sleeping soundly on the couch, but suddenly woke up to a pair of eyes staring at her through the open (and carefully locked) window. Not amused by nightly espionage, Maja said a sharp word or two to the surprised spy, who lost his balance and slipped

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This evening, the magpies were very upset, which is an almost surefire sign of impending espionage activity in the garden. A quick scan rendered this finding in the backyard: After a while, he went to his usual spot under the cherry tree and sat there for a while, contemplating something.Suddenly, he looked sly and headed towards the catnip - or so it seemed.Instead of hitting the nip, he went

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Apparently, the almost-succeeded attempt to enter the house sparked an unusual level of espionage. Already the same evening as the kitchen visit, a flash picture revealed this:Next day, there was a strange creature in the bushesToday, the lavender was a bit "lively", and one of the bushes suddenly had eyes As well as teeth!Very familiar-looking teeth

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Earlier today, we heard some strange noise from the kitchen. It almost sounded like … the bell from a spycat collar?! No, that would be impossible – or would it?In the kitchen window, right on his way to the kitchen board, was spy cat himself. After four years of intense spying, he finally managed to get in to the high quarters. Apparently, he had jumped onto the heating pump, then the

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Lately, there has been several spying missions in our garden. Most of the time, they have been fairly innocuous.For example, resting on the lawn or the roof, like the cute kitty-next-door: Or when he rolls around vigorously from having eaten catnip. At least that seemed innocuous at first - when he started re-enacting the time he nipped my arm last year, his vigor became very ominous. Today,

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...because there are spy cats trying to squeeze themselves into the house!Since prying the atrium door open wasn't possible, he had to implementPlan B, which consisted of climbing onto the roof through the pine. Then inspecting the opened window in an innocuous way, so that pink monkey wouldn't get suspicious and close the window. Very soon, however, he got a cunning look on his face. He

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The last two years, there has been a marked increase in espionage starting in February, and this year does not seem to be an exception. Yesterday, he tried a new strategy; getting into the house by pretending to be a houseguest, obviously without much success.When that didn't work, he went to the backyard and sat in the cherry tree until he got bored and went home Today he went for a guerrilla

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Very little is known about him so far, except that he is dark grey and almost invisible. His favourite spying tactique is jumping six foot straight up in the air and landing on the windowsill in front of an unsuspecting cat (Maja) on the other side of the window. He doesn't bat an eyelid if you knock on the window or try scaring him away. In comparison to the original, this one is quite profane;

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Unfortunately, there has been very low espionage activity during this year’s festive season. The reason is unknown, although there are certain indications of him having an aversion against St.Nicholaus, and possibly also against the reindeers. Just recently, the miniature christmas spruce had been urinated on in a disgraceful fashion and shoved against the window, and one of the reindeers was

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"Give me a treat or I'll pee on your door!"Happy Halloween!

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Last month, we thought we had come up with a smart idea to prevent Maja from getting ogled while she's hanging out in the atrium, but still let her enjoy the view of the garden. At first, it seemed to work. He looked annoyed and slightly bewildered when he discovered that he couldn't see anymore what Maja was doing insideSuddenly a cunning look came into his eyes. What was he thinking?"Try

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Since there is a new family next door who needs to be investigated, he's just dropped by for some short visits.The few times he’s been here lately, he’s mainly used the garden as a place to relaxto pick cherries(?)…and as a toiletThere hasn’t been much spying going on in our garden.…or has it?

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The other night all three of the cats sat in the window, looking at something in the garden. What could it be - an owl? A raccoon? Or perhaps a spying cat in the middle of a nightly espionage? Apparently, the weather is too hot for daytime spying, so he often rolls around in front of the atrium to impress Maja (who remains unimpressed), or goes for a nap in the flowerbed. Some minor

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It seems to be a tuxedo-clad monster with a round head and a fluffy tail. Those pointy ears look familiar - who could that be?It's spying cat on a mission!

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Of course, his idea of vacation is relaxing on our front porch and spying on the ridiculous cats living in the house. "Where are they? And why is that cat inside spying on me?" "How nice to put out a wicker chair for me" "I will thank them by vomitting up a present on their front porch" "There she is! Uh-oh, she's hissing at me. I better run before it gets dangerous" "Maybe they won't see me

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Who is he?He is a domestic shorthair born in 2003 and he belongs to one of our neighbour families - at least that's his official identity.What is he doing in your garden?Spying. He is very creative in his espionage, and he lurks in the oddest places in the garden or on the house. Ever since he was old enough to be outdoors alone, he's been trying to enter our house. Recently, he managed to

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