So last week I actually received a ransom note in a bottle (like a pirate's message in a bottle!) left on my computer keyboard, instructing me on how to get my penguin back. The ransom? My rainbow colored plastic slinky.
It was a tedious week here at work, due to a project several of us were working on, so I sent out an email to the people I thought might be entertained by something like a penguin-napping. It was the first time I referred to the penguin by name at work.
Well, I was a day late and a dollar short. I left the slinky in the designated spot (next to the microwave in the second floor break area) but the kidnappers were not satisfied.
I received the following email from TheresAPenguinInMySoup@gmail.com:
Kitten, Kitten, Kitten-- Surely you jest. That ransom note has already expired; that was good yesterday, Girlie. Shoulda paid up earlier. I don't want your slinky. At least not anymore.
P.S. Graham misses you. Have you ever seen penguin tears? Not a pretty sight.
The fact that the kidnapper(s) referred to him by name means the guilty party must be someone who received the email I sent out! Or perhaps they are friendly with someone on that email and the friend told the kidnappers about it. That was the first installment of Penguin-gate.
Rather than email people to tell them what's up with the penguin I thought I'd make a blog to post the details. I've been meaning to start a blog anyway, and this was a perfect excuse. More details to come.
~Carnelian Kitten
