The search for Cinna-spy

After searching high and low my parents were unable to find Cinna-spy in the depths of the Caribbean waters. They decided to turn their search to Terra firma, that is to say they decided to search the land. Luckily they were able to enlist the help of "Wallace" the Red Sox mascot who happened to be catching some rays on a coconut shell on a nearby beach.


Wallace offered the use of his GPS machine to help my parents find Cinna-spy using global positioning coordinates. Below is the historical "unveiling" of Cinna-spy:





p.s. a small "woof" out to my beloved (THE) Ohio State Buckeyes who were sadly defeated by the Louisiana State tigers in the BCS championship game last night. Maybe next year buckeyes! woof.

Arrrgh! Did someone say treasure! (STJ part V)

After having his/her fill of food, the dread pirate cat decided to send my parents on another adventure to seek buried treasure in the Caribbean. The treasure - to find the googly eyed member of the "fingerspy" family - the google eyed "Cinna Spy."

At first my parents decided to search for the googly friend in the water:

Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub(s)

After providing the dread pirate cat with an abundance of fish the cat belched, then yawned and exclaimed that he/she was not entirely full. The cat stated that he/she had eaten enough fish and wanted something a little more exotic. My parents had 2 hours to collect a variety of island fare while the cat napped. If the dread pirate cat was not impressed by what they gathered there would be h*ll to pay. At first my parents thought that the pirate cat might be impressed with some turtle soup; but the turtle was a much better swimmer than the "hares" (my parents) so he got away unscathed.

My parents then decided to search the land for some grub and here is what they found:

(again, click on each image to enlarge)

Fish Friday. (STJ part III)

While imprisoned by the dread pirate cat my parents were forced into indentured servitude. His/her first demand was that they provide him/her with food; and being a cat, his/her first request was fish. The pirate cat was not specific on what kind of fish he/she desired so mom and dad 2b provided a variety, hoping that something would please the palate of the cantankerous kitty. (you can click on each image to get a larger image)

We didn't start the fire.

My mom told me that the dread pirate cat forced them to ingest this strange concoction as seen above. Not only is it a potent amnesiac but it also is extremely useful in putting out island fires. The Pirate cat says that he/she makes it with the blood of Yankees fans everywhere and when ingested the drink causes one to lose all sensibility and memory - hence the reason why my parents forgot to pick us up from "day camp" for several days. Once my parents lost all of their "devices" they were maintained in a stupor (more than their usual, that is) with daily doses of the following drink called "rum". This is apparently a popular drink; utilized by pirates everywhere.

We're all saved!! Arrgh.

After a long and arduous week Riley and I have finally been saved!! Mom came to rescue us today. I was so excited that I even forgave her when she showed up sans hamburger. How could I not forgive her after hearing about the ordeal that she and dad 2b have been through over the past week! Mom still seems shaken up over it; and dad 2b was so distraught he couldn't even come to pick us up. I was only able to extract bits and pieces, but from what I could understand it seems that mom and dad 2b were kidnapped by the dread pirate cat (pictured above). He/she is always on the prowl which is why it is an action shot. Additionally, no one actually knows who the dread pirate cat is since he/she is always donning the black "mask". Apparently mom and dad 2b were parent-napped and forced to go to the Caribbean. Once there, they were made to endure several hardships and were forced to perform many tasks for the dread pirate cat. Most of which revolved around feeding him/her. Over the days to follow I will elaborate the various tortures that my parents endured. For the time being I will leave you with a picture of the view from their cell which overlooked the ship that the dread pirate-cat lives on (below).

Pardon me, but do you have any Grey Poupon?

Folks! My spidey senses are tingling! I can sniff it now! I was looking up hamburgers online and found these nice folks (above) preparing my hamburger for me - just like dad 2b had promised! I am so excited because it looks like these chefs have cooked up the perfect burger for my parents to present to me!

And, if my parents are extra conscientious they will get me these awesome hamburger coasters (depicted on the right).

I hope they remember mustard.