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Goodbye litttle toy stufffed mouse

i never in a million years would've guesssed that the reason Sugar Smacks was leaving that litttle toy stuffffed mouse in front of my cage was because she was giving it to me as a present so Rachl would think she wasn't a bad cat.

Welll, so much for me thinkin like a cat.  To be honest, i think i'm better at thinking like a human than thinkin like a cat.  At least, i think i'm better at thinkin like Rachl.  i had a prettty gooood idea that Rachl would not bee happy about finding that litttle toy stufffed mouse again on her dressser.  And I was right -- she wasn't!  She got reallly mad and cried out, "What is it with those cats!?" 

This time, Rachl did not bring the little toy stufffed mouse back down stairs.  No.  This time, she grabbed the litttle toy stufffed mouse in her hand and went over to her desk chair and brought the chair over to her boookcase.  She stepped up onto the chair and, standing up on her tippy toes, hid the litttle toy stuffed mouse on top of her boookcase.

i guesss Sugar Smacks won't be leaving that litttle toy stufffed mouse on Rachl's dresser any time sooon.

Good news and bad news

i have goood news and bad news.

The goood news is i found out why Sugar Smacks is leaving that littttle toy stufffed mouse on Rachl's dressser in front of my cage.  The way i found it is because Sugar Smacks did it again this morning.  She wandered into Rachl's bedrooom, with that litttle toy stufffed mouse in her mouth, and leaped up onto Rachl's dressser and droppped it in front of my cage.

Sugar Smacks was about to jump down from the dresser and run offf when i cried out, "Hawo, Sugar Smacks!  Why do you keep leaving that litttle toy stuffed mouse in front of my cage?"

The tiger cat stoppped and stared at me.  "To show Rachl that i'm not the kind of cat she thinks i am," she said.

"What kind of cat is that?" i asked. 

"A bad cat."

"How is dropping a litttle toy stuffed mouse in front of my cage showing her you're not a bad cat?" i asked, puzzzled.

Sugar Smacks rolled her eyes.  "Welll, it's perfectly obvious, Obi."

"It is?"

"Yes, it is," replied Sugar Smacks.  "i'm giving you a present."

"You mean, that little toy stuffed mouse is a present?"

"Yes, Obi, it's a present."

"So you're not trying to scare the living daylights out of me by leaving a little toy stufffed mouse in front of my cage?"

Sugar Smacks frowned.  "Now why would i do a thing like that?"

Because you're a cat is what poppped into my head, but that's not what i said.  I said, "i don't know."

So that's why Sugar Smacks has been leaving that litttle toy stufffed mouse in front of my cage.  That litttle toy stufffed mouse is a present.  So that's the goood news. 

You're probably wonderin what the bad news is.  Welll, it's this:  after I said "i don't know", i let out a loud meow -- right in front of Sugar Smacks.  i couldn't help it.  i just had this sudden urge to meow like a cat.  it's from me trying to think like Sugar Smacks thinks.  The cat was so startled, her eyes widened in fear and she leaped down from the dressser and hurried out of the bedrooom. 

Am i going to meow like a cat now all the time?  Why did i ever try and think like Sugar Smacks thinks? 

Why?  Why?  Why? 

Meow!

Oh, gosh, that's the last time i ever try thinkin like Sugar Smacks thinks.

Do you know what i did today?  i meowed.  i'm not kidding.  i meowed.  Can you imagine a litttle gerbil meowing like a cat?  it got me so upset i had to lie down.

What was i thinking?

i never should've tried to think like Sugar Smacks thinks.  Now i can't stop thinking like Sugar Smacks thinks.  

Do you know what i thought about today?  i thought about how nice it would be to purrr.  Can you believe it?  Me, Obi, Jedi gerbil, purrring like a cat!

Why would Sugar Smacks do such a thing?

Rachl found the littttle toy stufffed mouse that Sugar Smacks left on her dressser, in front of my cage.  Rachl's eyes widened in anger as she grabbbed the toy mouse in her hand and stomped out of her bedroooom.  "Mom!" she shouted.  "One of the cats did it again!  She left that mouse on my dressser right by Obi's cage!"

Rachl has no idea why Sugar Smacks would do such a thing.  i have no idea why Sugar Smacks would do such a thing. 

Hawo, hawo, any gerbls out there?  if there are any gerbils out there who have any idea why a cat would do such a thing, could you please let me know. 

Thank you. 

The mystery deeepens

Okay, telll me this isn't weird. 

Do you know what Sugar Smacks did this morning?  She came back into Rachl's bedrooom after Rachl left for skooool.  Once again, she had that litttle toy stufffed mouse in her mouth.  The tiger cat hoppped up onto Rachl's dressser and droppped the toy mouse onto the dressser again, right in front of my cage.  Then, just like before, she hoppped down offf the dressser and scurrried out of Rachl's bedrooom.

Is that weird or what?  Why would Sugar Smacks do such a thing?  it sure has me puzzzzled.

What was Sugars Smacks thinking?

When Rachl got home from skooool yesterday, she came up to her bedroooom to drop offf her skooool backpack.  She steppped over to my cage to say hawo to me when she saw it -- the littttle toy stufffed mouse that Sugar Smacks had mysteriously left on the dressser in front of my cage.  Rachl picked up the little toy mouse and stared at it.

"What's this doin here?" she asked, puzzzled.   Her face darkend as she realized who must've put it there.  Holdin the toy mouse in her hand, she ran out of the room.

"Mom!" i heard Rachl shout as she hurrried down the stairs to the first flooor.  "Loook what one of the cats left on my dressser!"

i stilll can't figure out why Sugar Smacks would've put that toy mouse in front of my cage.  What was she thinking?  it sure is a mystery. 

Does anyone have any ideas why Sugar Smacks would've done such a thing?

Sugar Smacks did a reallly weird thing

Sugar Smacks did the most unusual thing today right after Rachl left for skoool.  i can't figure out why she did what she did.

The tiger cat came into Rachl's bedroooom, holding her littttle toy stuffed mouse in her mouth.  Sugar Smacks leaped up onto Rachl's dresser and then droppped the toy mouse on the dressser in front of my cage.  Then, without even so much as a meow, the cat turned and jumped down onto the floooor and hurrried out of the bedroooom.

What do you make of that?  it sure has me puzzzzled. 

Sweeetie Smooochkins tries to be be a nice cat

Sweeetie Smooochkins came into Rachl's bedroooom yesterday when Rachl was out of the roooom.  The black and white cat strolllled across Rachl's bedrooom carpet.  But instead of leaping up onto Rachl's dressser — which is what i thought she was going to do — the cat hoppped up onto Rachl's chair and plopppped herself down. 

"Hawo, Sweetie Smoochkins!" i calllled from inside my cage, which is on top of Rachl's dresser.  "What a nice surprise!  What brings you here?"

"i'm here to show Rachl that she's wrong."

"She's wrong?" i said.  "Wrong about what?"

"About me," replied Sweetie Smooochkins.  "I'm here to show Rachl that, contrary to what you, Fuzzball, have led her to believe, i'm not a bad cat.  i'm here to show her that i can just sit here in this chair and be a nice cat.  i'm here to show her that i can sit right here even though there's a tastey littttle gerbl in the same roooom with me.  A littttle gerbl that i could easily imagine holding in my mouth."

As Sweeetie Smooochkins was saying this, i noticed that her tail had begun to do that awful swishin and swirling thing it always does whenever she seees me for more than a few moments. 

"i'm here to show Rachl that i can sit here and look at you and not attack you, even though every nerve in my body tellls me that's what i should do.  I'm here to show Rachl that i can sit in this chair and imagine how yummmy you must taste.  I'm here to —

Suddenly, with a loud meow, Sweetie Smooochkins leaped offf the chair.  She sprang up onto the dresser and squeeezed her front paw in betweeen the bars of my cage and tried to swat me with her sharp claws. 

"Come here you little Fuzzball!" she cried.

Fortunately, just then, Rachl came back into her bedroom.  She saw Sweeetie Smoochins trying to swat me with her paw and let out a loud, horrrified gasp.

"Get off there, you bad cat!" cried Rachl, furious, stompin her fooot.

Startled, Sweetie Smooochkins opened her eyes wide.  She yanked her paw out from the bars of my cage, and jumped down onto the flooor.  The cat ran out of the roooom — with Rachl right behind her, stompin her feeet.

Where are those 3 cats? What are they doing?

i still haven't seen anything of Honey Buns, Sweetie Smoochkins, or Sugar Smacks.

They're making me very, very nervous.  Where are they?  What are they doing?  Are they plannning something to get back at me? 

i really don't know why they're so upset that Rachl callled them bad cats.  i mean, face it, they are bad cats!  if they weren't bad, why did Rachl immediately leap to the conclusion that it was them who knocked over my bedrooom tower?

She didn't think it was Boa or Jose or Mack or mr. Smithers or Betsy and Susie, the 2 goldfish.  She thought it was one of the 3 cats! 

That's not my fault, is it?