By Rondo, the handsome one, chronicler of mischief and mayhem
So, friends, this is how it all went down, unfortunately...
We followed our plan. You remember, readers... to read Mousie’s diary, find out all we can about how to treat a lady kitty?
... Surely we could glean much from Mousie’s notes.
We expected it’d be Cheffy this and Cheffy that, lots of sighs and his name scribbled in margins, hearts with arrows, exes and ohhs. AND we were right but then, what do you expect from a love struck giiiirl! On the other hand, there ought to be something we could use.
And so, the plan was to jot down what we learn and figure out how to apply it to Etude’s lady-squeeze. *giggles*
Hope Etude doesn’t read this... he’s rather particular. She is his lady friend/adventuress, but truth be told he likes her a lot. I’ve seen him blush. But then, he’s not backward about getting in a tentative cuddle and a wee peck on her furry little cheek too. Oops, hope her momma doesn’t read this.
Okay, I digress... back to The Plan...
We dotted our t's and crossed our eyes and we were about to embark...
The old crone would be happy she wasn’t being pestered and would sleep until the cows came home... if we had cows... Well, we are cow kitties and if we stay away she should be out until mid-day tomorrow. WE WERE READY to ROLL!
So, into Mousie’s spotlessly clean and tidy room we crept and straight for her memory box on the nightstand. WHAT? Her diary wasn’t there! Under the bed? No! Under the mattress? pillow? No! No! Nightstand? NO! This is serious!
Chifforobe? Not there either! Hope she didn’t take it with her! After more searching through drawers and in her reading closet/nook we finally located it.... BEHIND the Chifforobe tucked into a manila envelope taped to the back.
Sneaky Mousie, really sneaky! You’d think she was onto her brothers. Distrustful little brat! Pffffft! Well, we showed you!
So, diary in paw we scampered to her bed for a good study. This is what we read...
‘Oh Cheffy, you are such a sweetheart.......’
Oh good grief. Piffle! Girls and their daydreaming. Stop with the hearts and kisses already! We need the meat in this sandwich.
WHAT? Oh, look, Etude! Cheffy kissed her? On the cheek? How forward can you get on a first date!
Lucky Grammy didn’t know or he’d have been shown the door lickety-split and that would be the end of the old maid’s love life.
You don’t think so? Oh, Whiskers was willing to pawn her off on any old duffer? I don’t think so. No, Etude, not likely. Remember she was chaperoned closely for the first few dates...
Oh, okay. Right... down to business, we don’t have much time. *They turn the page*
Here... look, he sent flowers to Grammy and to Mousie. Write that down...
Look here... She carried the suitcases up all those steps to the hotel.
Next page... *Eyes wide in astonishment*
He bought Pretty in Pink (his jet) to take her places. Oh no, we can’t afford a jet. We can’t even afford a skateboard, let alone a hover-board.
Oh and food... Remember, Etude? She left skinny and returned rotund. He fed her halibut cheeks and she went nuts over them.
We turned the page....
WHAT? What is this? What’s going on here?
And again and more of the same on the next page.
EVERY PAGE was was filled with gobbledy gook ...
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A lot of scribblings and little drawings...
Silly cats, cats with their tongues sticking out, cats laughing, cats rolling on the floor laughing.
She’d started writing in code. How could she? The little brat! We started to think she’d gone mad but,
Then we turned to the second last page and saw real writing again. Whew! Okay, she got tired of her code...
WHAT? they read on...*****
Gotcha boys! When I heard you hiding in my closet I knew something was up. Why do you think I left the room so soon after. Huh? You think I’m not too bright. Well, guess what!
I figured you must have found my diary. I’m not stupid. What else would you be nosy enough to be after?
When you’d gone I checked thoroughly. As I was always very particular how I placed it in my memory box. I could tell it was disturbed and then I KNEW you terrors were up to mischief. For certain, I did.
AND that’s when I hatched my plan and waited...
You’ll never find my real diary.
Well friends.... We’ve been had! Now what?
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