Going through my files, I realized I have a surprising number of cat stories...


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This fic dates back to September 2015.  I made some minor changes, but nothing significant.

The prompt:


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Summary: Solo, Kuryakin, Dancer and Slate, along with two agents from the London office are sent to South America in search of a missing paleobiologist who may have joined the ranks of T.H.R.U.S.H. Our brave agents encounter something they never could have imagined in their wildest dreams.

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Originally written for the 2015 Easter Egg requested by laurose8.
After reading her Easter Egg, she asked a sequel, but I ended up writing two.

I have since combined them with "Hope Springs Eternal" to make a second and third chapter.

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It was April 1st and at UNCLE headquarters that meant a day of shenanigans for the employees.

Alexander Waverly had finally given up trying to stop it all; as long as the pranks were innocent and not harmful he realized it was good for his people to let off some steam.

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A little bit of fluff for the upcoming Easter holiday...

Summary: Napoleon orders those yellow chick candies called 'Peeeps' to give as Easter gifts to the ladies at headquarters. When the order arrives, it's way more than he requested. When questioning it with the company, they tell them just keep the extras and enjoy.

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This was originally posted for a Song Story challenge a few years ago. It’s one of my favorite stories and I hope you enjoy it.  This was dedicated to our dear Svetlanacat….Sylvaine Grivel. (may she rest in peace) She was a Renaissance woman and one of a kind.


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There once was a blond on the keys

Who played whatever he pleased

His jazz was real hot

It burned on the spot

But his blue eyes cooled it with ease


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There once were two men in New York

Through a secret door they would walk

The blonde was ignored

While Solo he scored

It was rare for Illya to balk.


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