Breaking News: Police Investigate Suspicious Package

Platte City, MO
updated 6pm

KCTV3 EXCLUSIVE UPDATE TO OUR EXCLUSIVE BREAKING NEWS:
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Platte County residents are breathing a sigh of relief tonight after authorities determined that the suspicious package found on Lillian Hedge's porch was an Amazon order.

Hedge, when allowed to return to the scene with her pets, told KCTV3 exclusively, "I'd just got home from my weekly trip to Big John's Bargain Basement, where I buy all my litter boxes and scratch- and- dent cans of tuna and stuff of that nature, when I saw it. I was so frightened, 'cause we're really 'sposed to have no more than three pets over here, and I've been gettin' threatening letters from the HOA, but I ain't giving up none of my pets, and I tell ya, that box was MOVING!"

When asked what was in the package, Hedge said, "Well I can tell you there's nothing in it now. It's nothing but trash now." She went on to mention that she did walk away from her computer while browsing Amazon on Monday, and later found paw prints on the keyboard, so maybe a cat used the buy with one click feature. 

"Whew! I'll make sure that never happens again," said Hedge.

Watch our 10pm broadcast for the latest updates on this story and the one about the teen in Florida who pretended to be a doctor.

I didn't do it. I hate Amazon.

BREAKING NEWS EXCLUSIVE:


KCTV3 has a crew in route to Suspicious Package investigation in Platte City.

Mrs. Lillian Hedge, a resident of the Fox Creek subdivision off Running Horse Road in Platte County called authorities when she returned home from shopping and spotted a suspicious package on her porch.

Police notified the sheriff's department, fire department, ambulance, bomb squad, ATF, and animal control, which all arrived on scene at approximately 3:35pm, setting off the local coyotes, news crews, and personal injury attorneys.

Roads surrounding Fox Creek are blocked until crews determine whether the suspicious package contains explosives or other threatening substances such as gluten or canola oil.

KCTV3 spoke to a neighbor, who asked not to be named and said, "We ain't seen this much action since that danged wallaby got loose in 2012. I shore hope Lillian and her cats is okay. I can't get near the officers. Tell 'em I seen someone on her porch earlier. He was driving a brown truck and he was wearin' brown shorts and a brown shirt."

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It's National Cat Day and I'm Not Celebrating

It's National Cat Day and first I'd like to say...why? Why is there a cat day? I suppose it isn't as bad as National Turkey Neck Soup Day (March 30, if you'd like to mark your calender), but at least on Turkey Neck Soup Day you could make a pot of soup and maybe a cake shaped like a turkey neck.

If you think Turkey Neck Day is weird, check out this website. Every stinking day it's something. Fig Newton Day...give me a break. And who got to decide that we'd all celebrate National Pfeffernuesse Day on December 23rd? I mean, isn't that National Start Your Christmas Shopping Day?

We're not celebrating Cat Day over here, but I had a talk with the cat so she wouldn't hold her cat breath all day, waiting for an empty bag or box or some toy that she would immediately shove under the fridge and lose.

After our talk, she took a nap.

Then she looked around to see where I was, and where the spray bottle full of water was. After determining that her odds of getting squirted were pretty low, she leapt onto the kitchen counter, dropped off some cat hair, and stole two pens, which entertained her until they disappeared under the fridge about 30 seconds later.

Irritated over the loss of her pens, she found a spot of carpet that she hadn't yet clawed to bits and went to work. Then she ate some kibble and curled up for another nap.

I started feeling guilty about Cat Day and considered giving her an empty box to play in. Then I decided if I caved and acknowledged this day, it could lead to very bad things when Turkey Neck and Fig Newton Days roll around.

And I'd be forced to figure out what a Pfeffernuesse is.

Pumpkins and Jars and Cats, OH MY

I recently drove to Iowa to visit my friend Karlene. She fosters rescue animals, so my mutt got to go along.

If not for the highway signs that say “Last rest stop in Missouri” and “Welcome to Iowa,” you would never know that Iowa is not Missouri.

We spent the first afternoon at a farm that has a petting zoo, gobs of gourds, and a gift shop. It seemed like a good idea to buy fall décor, and lots of it, to haul home. After all, the nearest farm to my house requires traveling about a mile.

The next day we drove into Des Moines, to shop at World Market and Whole Foods. Kansas City has these stores, but I bought wine and soap and chocolate croissants like I might never have the opportunity again.

On Saturday we hit the garage sales. I bought old Mason jars and ironstone pitchers and an antique baby crib, because there isn’t already enough crap in my garage tagged for future projects.

Before transferring all this treasure from Karlene’s car to mine for the trip home, I had to do some figuring. Figuring out how to flatten the back seats and fit all that stuff in, along with my regular travel stuff, and all of the dog’s stuff.

After loading, rearranging, unloading, reloading, it all fit with a little room to spare. Little room meaning exactly enough room for a small animal crate, complete with a rescue cat. 

Like we can't get those in Missouri.