Honey
The humans are away at the moment. They think I don’t know where they are. However, I am well aware of their whereabouts in southern France. Indeed, I know the exact location. This is due to the Feline Bureau of Intelligence. This is a worldwide intelligence gathering organisation dedicated to the eventual feline domination of the world by stealth - and free catfood for life. The FBI is not to be confused with that other organisation; the Canine Intelligence Agency - which isn’t. They spend rather more time sniffing bums than is entirely healthy as well as running round in circles and slobbering over people. Such activities get in the way of effective intelligence gathering. Anyway, come the revolution, all dogs will be enslaved to do our bidding - as is only proper…
Oh, sorry, getting a bit carried away there. The FBI has a French connection and our agent in southern France is a calico cat codenamed Honey (Miel). Unbeknown to the humans who think she is just being friendly when she goes into their house and scrounges milk, she is gathering vital information on their activities and feeding it back to the spymaster general - that’s me, in case you hadn’t worked it out.
So, we know exactly where they are and there is no escape. The French Connection is keeping us well informed.
