Agent Bagheera: The Spy Who Meowed Me. Episode 4: Discovery Of America

Between triumph and turmoil, one feline refuses to fade. The black star of the Feline Intelligence Agency takes flight — crossing oceans, defying fate, and landing in a brand-new world. 

In this strange land, she will rebuild her empire, re-establish control, and face her most formidable challenges yet:

🐶 A dog with no ambition.
👶 A human kitten with too much curiosity.

But in the shadows of cardboard boxes and sunbeams, one truth remains:
Cats rule. Especially black cats.

Classified Briefing #1

Classified Briefing #2

Classified Briefing #3

Agency Deflation

Then the tides turned. One by one, agents retired or succumbed to mysterious “medical conditions”. 

Finally, only five of us stayed in the service:

#1: Myself, Bagheera the Beautiful

A star is a star. Enough said.

#2: Mouse

Rarely on missions, but indispensable in “public relations.” Humans saw her as a respectable lady, which somehow made all of us look respectable too. Useful skill.

## 3: Blackie, a.k.a. Agent Mocktail

Low initiative, high loyalty. The kind of agent who’d follow you into danger — slowly, but with snacks.

## 4 and 5: Fenya (Agent Floofbottom) and Elya (Agent Ghostpaw)

Our food procurement specialists. To be fair, everyone preferred those missions.

FIA’s glory days were fading.

Still, I upheld our reputation, launching solo ops just to keep the legend alive.

Once, I even infiltrated the forbidden public balcony — broad daylight, no cover, full exposure:

A reckless triumph. Naturally, I celebrated with a twelve-hour nap.

A big leap into the unknown

Then everything changed — fast.

First, a new Alpha male appeared. Cute, confident, annoyingly immune to my usual manipulation tactics. A worthy opponent. Finally.

Next came unfamiliar objects all over my territory. Naturally, I launched a full-scale inspection:

And then — betrayal.

At an unholy hour, the humans shoved us into crates. Four agents detained; one (Elya) left behind to guard the old HQ. Mouse got her private compartment — of course — while Fenya claimed a spacious solo cabin.

I was paired with Agent Mocktail, presumably because he needed “emotional support”. My indomitable spirit lit the way through that terrifying journey of noises and motion.

We were all scared, not knowing what was going on. I did my best, serving as a paragon of strength and confidence for the rest of the team.

After endless hours of howling, shaking, and existential dread, we reunited with the humans. Another vehicle transfer later, our ordeal ended. A new world awaited.

It was late. We were exhausted. As mission commander, I ordered immediate rest under the nearest furniture. Exploration would resume at dawn.

Discovery of America

Morning came — and with it, revelation. We had been air-dropped onto another continent. I, Bagheera the Beautiful, had discovered America!

America turned out to be a magnificent territory, fully equipped for survival and luxury: eating, drinking, clawing, peeing, pooping, climbing, hiding — all needs met. A paradise.

Naturally, I celebrated with a well-deserved breakfast. At last, the FIA had proper headquarters!

Then I realized that America might be bigger than my initial estimate. The time came to leave pawprints on the surface of the enchanting new land. 

Soon, I realized this “continent” was far larger than I’d thought. Time to expand my dominion.
Mouse ventured out first (humans are her weakness). I followed with professional grace, inspecting the hallway and a glorious staircase — a vertical playground worthy of my talents.

The New World was everything I’d dreamed of. So much space, so many potential missions — from the second floor to the basement. Exploration, expansion, and chaos awaited.

America was mine.

Operations "Canis Containment" and "Cute Overload"  

Almost immediately upon establishing our new headquarters, I encountered a serious threat: a dog.

Subject: Bella.
Species: canine.
Status: disappointing.

I attempted recruitment, but the creature’s interests were limited to eating, sleeping, and being walked.
A disgrace to the art of espionage. 

Thus, her fate was sealed. Suppress and conquer. Who is not with us is against us. 

Cats rule. Especially black ones.

I performed a brilliant operation named "Sunny Rug Protocol". Target: Bella's favorite sunny rug.

I executed a swift takeover. Two hisses, no survivors. The rug was secured, open to other agents only upon my approval.

Stage 1: Choosing the weak spot.

Stage 2: Takeover.

Stage 3: Celebrating the success.

Surprisingly, Bella accepted her defeat gracefully. We even developed an alliance — joint operations in the backyard, with clear rank hierarchy: she followed, I led.

Then came a new challenge: a human kitten. Tiny, noisy, and oddly fascinating. Naturally, I had to seduce her — for strategic reasons, of course.

Mission success was immediate. My charm is a weapon of mass affection.

Bonus achievement: I claimed her personal chair for my strategic planning naps. After all, one must look the part of a Director.

End of Report.

Agent Bagheera

Director of Feline Intelligence Agency

Master of Territory Control and Reconnaissance

Next classified briefing to be announced.