Who is Secret Agent Cat?

The Druid formerly known as Coal

The Aggro Queen

The “Hey can I get a summon I’m stuck again” Chick

Sergent Tigerfeet

I have many names. Among friends I’m called Lexi, Coal, and Tiger depending on how well and for how long I’ve been known. You can call me Tiger, that’s just fine.

I play a Horde Tauren Druid named Tigerfeet on the US PvE server Hydraxis. As the Sergent floating proudly before my name indicates, I’ve been playing for some time. I have not, however, been playing consistently or with any amount of frequency until recently when, after a year-long hiatus I was enticed back into the land of Azeroth and took the opportunity to finally grind the last few levels to 70.

In my first post, I find it prudent to tell all my imaginary readers exactly what I’ll be talking about.





There, I said it, I confessed! Keep the lynching mobs at bay please? I have NO direction, NO goal, only an enjoyment of World of Warcraft as a hobby, a desire to write, and a vague notion that I should, without too much difficulty, be able to manage keeping the blog at least loosely WoW-related.

I was inspired to start blogging after I hit 70 and began panting in excitement to get my tapping tiger toes into some end-game raid content.

My current guild ran its raids at midnight.

Oy! Said I! This will not do! So I moved, and found myself woefully undergeared and, with the help of a druid in the guild I was applying to, started power-gearing. I had 2,000 gold saved up to get my epic riding skill. Now, bearing the proud tag of <Unemployed> above my head and tanking Karazhan with newbish ease, I have 150 gold to my name. Oh dear oh dear.

No matter! Says I! I’m in a great guild, with friendly people, who let me come raiding with them and dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me with the words “we want you with us in 25-mans” carved cleverly on the side. Let me tell YOU! I started this venture of guild-searching with only the hope of running Karazhan and Zul’Aman, maybe a pass into Gruul’s lair, but honestly I couldn’t see much around the bulk of the bear mount standing squarely in the middle of all my desires. So when I was told that they could use another bear tank for 25-man runs I saw not only a beautiful opportunity, but a chance at more than I’d expected.

*ahem* I seem to have gotten off-topic and wandered away from where I had originally been heading. Why ‘Secret Agent Cat’?

I found, very early on in my WoWing days, that I have an irrepressible wanderlust. Case in point, I was THERE, on Scilla, standing nervously in front of the gates of Ahn’Quiraj, at the exalted level of 18 when the gaping maw of that now-deserted 40-man instance opened.

Now, I was only level 18. Fresh into my swimming mount with barely the scent of kitty goodness in my nostrils, I wasn’t doing much sneaking about. But let me tell you, when level 20 hit and I learned how to be a cat I embraced it. Areas that, had I wished to explore them before, involved a kamikaze-style run while high on speed potions were now possibly infiltrate-able. The world was my burrito and the secret agent cat was born.

I still lacked the above title, however. That didn’t come to existence until perhaps a week ago. I was level 70, it was late at night and I had just taken my first death in what was turning into a long fight of Alterac Valley. I had a deadline to meet, I needed honor points and marks, so killing and winning were essential. The northern graveyards were, as yet, uncaptured so when I came back to life I faced one of two options. Stay on defense or try and make it past a formidable Alliance blockade at the choke point.

I, however, had a third option. Stealth.

I was sitting in Vent with my friend and my pocket-priest who usually follows me around keeping my snazzy tawny hide intact so I can continue to rip faces. As I’m stealthing up to and then past the Alliance blockade a little ditty starts running through my head. I’m sure you know the song “Secret Agent Man”. I started humming into Vent and my friend, being the tender young buck he is, asked what song it was. Not thinking, and focusing on the game I replied “Secret Agent Cat”. And so, with a slip of the tongue that really should have happened years earlier, the true Secret Agent Cat was born.

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  • Comments (6)
    • Hemo
    • July 16th, 2008

    the wrold is my burrito is my fav! and i love how im in it 😀

    • Brajana
    • July 17th, 2008

    🙂 “Hey can I get a summon I’m stuck again”

    Very nice title to have. Love the new blog Tiger… keep it up!

    • Guinesa
    • July 17th, 2008

    I will read this and cherish it. I can not really pick out one part I liked the most. It was all very good!

  1. The world was your burrito, eh? Did the air smell like warm root beer? And did anyone offer to shave your back for a nickel?

    Waka waka do do yea!

    • Tigerfeet
    • July 17th, 2008

    Josh – not quite, but there was a big fat hermaphrodite with a Flock-Of-Seagulls haircut and only one nostril… he tried to steal my lucky aqua form! *gasp*

  2. Heyyyyyyyy…

    You’ve got weasels on your face.

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