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| this is a story I'm surrenty working on. C.O.M.M.O.B.A.P.
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| CHAPTER 1 MOONRISE
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| Stupid Cheese. Could you just leave me alone?
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| Cheese is my forced-to-be friend. Mirabelle had to bring home a stray with nothing to do with her life. I hate Cheese. Her name is Cheese because when Mirabelle first saw Cheese, she had a bad eye that looked like cheese. So now I’m stuck with an amateur cat that just likes to do nothing but bother people. And when I say people, I mean cats too!
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| Cheese was sitting in the main hallway of the Cat Kingdom that Mirabelle had mystically brought into the room one day. Cheese was waiting in front of the green box that has a oval like glass shape with some funny squiggles on it with two arms. And each time the long arm touched the top squiggle of the box, a little tree-made bird would come out and make a loud noise. We called this box, the “Time Box”. Mirabelle called it something else, but the Time Box was easier to remember.
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| Cheese was growling at the Time Box. I think she was waiting for the bird.
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| “Cheese, you have to wait a long time for that bird to come out,” I said. She ignored me and just kept growling.
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| “Don’t distract me, Moon.” Cheese muttered. “If I wait quietly, the stupid thing is bound to come out. I just have to be silent and patient.” I don’t know why, but I think my head is hurting from being around so many nitwits.
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| “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked. Cheese chuckled.
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| “Pshh, and you say I’m dumb. I’m waiting for the bird, fur-brusher.”
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| Fur-brusher is an offensive term which means that we cheat when we clean our fur to make it look nicer than the others. I don’t know where it came from. Cheese just made it up.
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| I ignored her comment and just went up to her and watched her watch the Time Box, hoping to annoy her. But I failed. It was like she didn’t even know I was there.
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| “You’re pathetic, Cheese.” I muttered under my breath as I tried to walk away.
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| “I want my cookie!” Cheese hissed, unexpectedly. That explains a lot.
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| Mirabelle lives near a, so-called, body of water, and she goes to the soft rocky area of the place to collect things she calls “sand dollars”. She paints stars on them to mark who gets what. We each had a certain color. The color is the same as our collar. Blissy has yellow collar, so, when she behaves, she gets a yellow star sand dollar. We call them behavior cookies. I get a blue cookie every night. The cookie that Cheese is waiting for, must be her first.
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| “Did you go too close to the bird when it came for it’s lunch?” We think the birds try to get revenge by stealing our special things when we go near them. You have to wait for them to come back out to get what you lost back.
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| “I want my cookie!” She snapped. Guess that answers that. Cheese, when will you just stop being you??
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| cHAPTER 2 RANDOMNESS
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| I was on Mirabelle’s bed when the big wood barrier busted open. Loudly.
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| “Hey, Moon!” Mirabelle screamed. “I found another can food for you! It’s shrimp and turkey liver!”
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| Mirabelle always comes home, and tries to give me what she calls, “canned cat food”. I, who observes it, always end up having to cough it up after eating it. The others love this stuff, but I know it’s revolting!
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| “Here, Moon!” She opened a can, and placed the nasty mud in my food bowl. I could smell it. It actually smelt good!
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| I rushed over and sniffed the mush. It smelt like tuna! I licked it, to see what it tasted like, but I spit it out.
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| “Eww!” I yelled. I ran over to the water bowl and just drank until I felt sick.
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| Milo, Blissy, Oreo, Precious, and Oliver came rushing into the room as soon as I was at the water bowl, and they had a chance to eat their canned cat food. Disgusting! Cheese probably didn’t come because she was too busy waiting for her cookie. Go figure.
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| Precious, as always, was the first there. Precious thinks she is better than all of us. She can jump higher than most of us (myself included), and, for a fat cat, she is the fastest runner of the group. She kind of scares the little ones too. But really, she isn’t better than us. She just has some interesting talents. Her fur is sleek, and black as the nighttime sky. And when her eyes glitter, they look like the stars that float at night, the exact ones Cheese tries to catch because she thinks that they are actually flying trout… Mirabelle, as obvious, is a cat lover, so that explains why she named her happy, fat, and black cat Precious. Precious is actually one of the oldest. She is the exact opposite from Blissy.
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| Blissy is the smallest. But not the youngest. She is the third oldest. Right next to Angel. She is a orange cat. Just orange. Not striped or anything, just a regular caramel colored cat. Blissy is actually my best friend. She is the only one who doesn’t think I’m crazy, and she always takes my side. She never argues with anyone on anything. Even Cheese. She never complains about the kind of food we have or when Mirabelle will be home or even when Precious is being a showoff again.
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| I didn’t like Blissy at first. She seemed kind of strange to me. It was almost like, she just wasn’t normal, like she wasn’t even a feline! I always had the feeling that she might have been a mutt in disguise. But then I gave up on that. She didn’t act like a mutt. She didn’t make noise whenever somebody walked by. She never barked at us. She never looked at a tree, then sniffed it then lifted her hind leg and just went. She didn’t even attack us like other mutts. She just ate normal food (not really), slept in a normal bed, went in a cat box, and just seemed really nice. But I still doubted her.
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| I never said anything of course. I’m not like Cheese. I knew that if I said something that made Blissy upset, for I am not stupid, I would have made Oliver, who idolizes Blissy as if she were a god, upset. And if Oliver was upset, Milo, Oliver’s best friend and my favorite of the two, would have felt bad too. And if Milo was upset, Oreo, Cheese’s assistant and Milo’s body guard (though a complete wimp), would have cried. And Precious would have figured out about it (she doesn’t have anybody to look after or to be her friend), and tell Angel, who is a minion to Cheese, who is unlike Oreo and Oliver. And Angel, as mentioned, is a minion of Cheese. Which means she does everything against her will for Cheese. So she tells Cheese about it and Cheese does something to torture me until the end of my nine lives.
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| No way.
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| Though it really wouldn’t matter if Cheese suffocated me until the end of time. Why? Because she is doing that already. And she has friends on her side too. She had a herd, and I have a hare. Blissy can’t stand up to Cheese. Especially with that Angel on her side. What scares me is how expressionless her face is. Angel is Cheese’s sister, but all she does is just sit and look through Mirabelle’s books. And when Cheese asks for even the completely impossible things, Angel is always able to do them. Angel does make up for the skimpy Oreo. But the whole point is that Cheese always comes up with crazy ideas to spend the day.
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| Yes… let’s start with that silly festival…
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| cHAPTER 3 UP, UP, AND INTO THE AIR VENTS
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| How do I put this without being insulting? Uh, Cheese had gotten another idea.
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| I didn’t want to be sick from watching the others eat the mush, so I just left the area. I was going to go out for a while. But then Mirabelle left faster than me. And when she left the room, guess who had gotten her cookie back?
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| “YAHOO!!” Cheese came bursting out of the Cat Kingdom and screamed at the top of her lungs.
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| “Ha-ha! No bird will ever get the best of me! For I am Cheese! Muahahaha!”
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| I looked down at my paws. The nightmare has started.
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| “Cheese, you’re a cat. Not Batman and Robin.” I said.
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| Cheese looked up at me and I knew she was about to say one of her silly remarks. Probably call me fur-brusher again… But before I knew it, the wood barrier broke open. Again.
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| “Sorry, guys!” Mirabelle said as she ran into the room. “I’m in a hurry! I completely forgot that I was busy today!”
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| “Busy with what?” Asked Cheese. Yes, Cheese can speak English. Mirabelle taught her English. Though sometimes I wish it were Spanish or Japanese for a change. But then I wouldn’t know what was worse. For the fact that she would sound like a radio coming in with a static wave.
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| Mirabelle jumped. She had forgotten, again, that Cheese could talk. Cheese isn’t the only one who can speak English. Oreo can too. But very little. She has a lisp. It was all thanks to Cheese. Cheese had taught her everything that she knows. Because of the mix between English and Domesity (də mé síttee, like domestic), pet language, that she has a bad accent with Domesity. She has a hard time understanding what people say. With both English and Domesity.
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| “Our town is hosting an annual festival,” Mirabelle replied, “and I’m one of the many helping with the festival. I’m in charge of making the sweets and helping with the decorations. I need all the arts and crafts I have so I can get to work on it! And I need all the flour too!”
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| “If you are cooking the sweets, then I will have to pray for those people’s lives” Cheese had shot out. Mirabelle came over to Cheese and snapped, “What was that?!” Cheese flung herself back and laughed. And instead of taking back what she said she let her mouth just move again.
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| “I said I’ll have to pray for the people that eat your cooking!”
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| “Why, you!”
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| Mirabelle chased Cheese for a few minutes. And Cheese ran back and forth, trying to annoy Mirabelle. I only wished she knew she had annoyed Mirabelle a long time ago. And she annoyed way more than Mirabelle. Actually, Mirabelle’s mother is annoyed with Cheese also, but she is the lucky one. Only because Mirabelle never mentioned that Cheese and Oreo know English. (I understand English, I just can’t curve my tongue enough to speak it) And Cheese knew English for years!
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| Mirabelle stopped abruptly. She almost fell backwards.
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| “What am I doing?” Mirabelle said. “I’m going to be late!” She quickly turned to Cheese. “Don’t you think about getting any sweets, Cheese Nip!” Yes, Cheese’s full name is Cheese Nip. But she goes by Cheese. “After the way you had acted today, there is no way I’m bringing anything home! You just ruined it for everybody, Cheese!” No sweets? No toys? No souvenirs? Cheese! What an idiot.
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| We all moaned, “Cheese!” We shouldn’t have done that. Because we made Cheese upset.
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| Mirabelle stuffed her book bag with all the art stuff and ingredients for the sweets. She was about to leave when Cheese had opened her mouth again, and I know for a fact that she was trying to find a bright side to Mirabelle no bringing back anything for us. As always.
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| “Wait, Mirabelle!” Mirabelle quickly turned to Cheese and snapped, “What? I’m in a hurry!”
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| “When is this festival?” Mirabelle tried to think of a way of explaining that Cheese couldn’t come to the festival.
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| “Cheese, I’m a last minute hand… It may not make sense, but things ran a little short, and the community center needed a few extra hands.”
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| “So when is it?”
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| Mirabelle didn’t want to answer. We all knew it anyway. We all knew why she wasn’t telling Cheese too. But she took a deep breath and quickly let it out.
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| “Today.” So she ran out of the room the millisecond after she said that. And it took her only seconds to get out of the house.
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| Cheese jumped onto Mirabelle’s dresser and searched for some answers. Mirabelle doesn’t keep track of what she leaves on that dresser, so Cheese decides to play games of I-hide-it-you-find-it. Cheese also gets most of her answers there. And today she had gotten her answers. Again.
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| “I found it!” She said as she crawled out of the drawer on the right hand side. I was a little surprised she went inside the dresser. This time.
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| “Found what? What were you looking for?” Milo asked.
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| “The answer! I found this pink slip that has the 411 on everything!”
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| “Cheese, are you sure that you didn’t just find some kind of left over construction paper Mirabelle left behind? It’s a possibility.” Precious had asked.
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| “No!” Cheese shouted. “It has to be it! It has a party on the front!”
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| Oliver had come up and murmured, “Maybe it was a ‘Beauty and the Beast’ flyer. At least you can see your face clearly.” We both snickered. For what Oliver meant is that Cheese was basically the beast. Which is so true. I wondered a little why Oliver had said that. He’s normally on Cheese’s side. But then I figured Cheese did something to him.
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| “I can’t read this!” Cheese yelled, without hearing what Oliver had said.
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| “Get Angel in here!”
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| Angel is very weird. I have the same feeling about her as I do for Blissy. She can read books. I’m not exaggerating. She really can. The hard ones too. She is very quiet. She doesn’t beg for anything, she doesn’t complain, or anything. She just goes with the flow. Just like Blissy. Angel doesn’t look anything like Cheese. Although Angel is Cheese’s sister, she is black and white, while Cheese is white and black. Cheese has a black spot on her back, it’s so perfectly round too. And Angel, she has a black back. She looks a lot like Precious. Except her paws and her stomach are the only things that are white. She basically looks like your normal house cat. But there is just something about her that is so different. What was also scary is that none of us had to go and get her. She came to translate English writing on her own.
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| “Yes, Sister?” Also she calls Cheese “Sister.” Which scares me.
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| “Angel!” Cheese demanded. “I can’t read! You can! Read this!” Cheese picked up the paper with her mouth and flung it at Angel, who was on the floor, looking blankly into the wall that floats above our heads.
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| But she caught it. She caught it like a dog. And she placed it on the floor and just read away. Her eyes didn’t move. They just stared at the paper. And less than a minute later, she found what Cheese was looking for. And what scared me a lot at that moment is how she knew what Cheese wanted even though Cheese never told her. But then my mind told me that maybe she made a lucky guess.
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| “The festival starts at one o’clock. The festival will be held at the downtown park. There will be games. There will be food…” and so on. Angel could go on forever. You have to tell her specifically what you want or else she’ll go on with little details about everything. Like, “This paper is pink. The chemical in this ink is not poison. The ink colors are…” you get the point.
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| “Did you hear that? This afternoon at one!” Cheese yelled with excitement.
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| “Yes, Cheese. We all heard Angel. Loud and clear.” I mumbled.
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| “Crystal clear!” Blissy said. Blissy always gives in. She isn’t the type of cat that fights for things. If she doesn’t get what she wants, she doesn’t bother. If there is a certain kind of canned food she wanted, she wouldn’t speak up. She won’t even bother to go up into a tree to get the squirrel. She doesn’t eat meat. She talks with the squirrels, and she told me about them and how she helped them find their names. Whatever that means…
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| Of course, in most storylines, there isn’t talking cats, or reading cats, or vegetarian cats, or a cat named after a dairy product that looks for never-ending fun. And back then, I just knew that those cats weren’t normal, I had no idea what normal meant anymore. I still don’t. And knowing Cheese and her halfwits didn’t help either.
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| “Yeah!” Cheese shouted. “I made up my mind. We’re going to the festival!”
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| So, as you can see, it was all because of Cheese that we always end up in situations where we have to act like we aren’t even from this planet. Cheese is always just looking for a reason to get out more. And one of them is to find time travelers or aliens or ghosts and “play with them.” So Cheese always ends up dragging me around for some greater fun. Which is a total pain. What’s worse is how she just does it on a whim. She never thinks about us. I see house cats all the time. All they ever do is just stay inside and sleep, eat, poop, and lick themselves. Milo and Oliver are supposed to be indoor cats, for they are the young ones (and the only boys we have), and they scale the side of the wall! I’ve seen outdoor cats, all they do is just run and catch the birds. We cause natural disasters. Yes, I am exaggerating. But can you blame me? Mirabelle is the only one on my side and she thinks I’m crazy! I don’t know. There isn’t a word in this entire world in any language that can describe how I feel. That is how bad it is to be dragged around by Cheese Nip.
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| “Wait,” I said, “don’t just decide things so fast. Why don’t we let this slide. There’ll other times to crash a party!” I shouldn’t have said that. Because Cheese had something different in her mind. I gave her a whole new plan for world domination.
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| “I wasn’t even thinking about crashing! I was just gonna wait for the people to leave the goods behind so we can charge after them! But that’s boring! So let’s crash!” I could feel a bunch of mad eyes on me. I’m normally the one who complains. But right now I just gave Cheese her next scheme. And I knew that at least one of us would get hurt.
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| “I take it back.” I said.
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| “Nope. Too late! This’ll be fun! I can’t wait to make up the plan for crashing!”
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| “Cheese,” Blissy spoke up, “what if we get caught? What will happen then?”
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| “Don’t worry! I have a plan.”
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| “And what exactly is your plan?” Precious asked.
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| “Just don’t worry!”
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| We all knew the answer. She didn’t have a plan. She was just telling us not to worry so that she can do what she wants again. I wanted to stop her. But I gave up. What am I supposed to do? I have nothing. Looks like we’re just going to have to put up with Cheese. Again. Oh yeah! We won’t worry! Not!!!
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| Cheese had come up with plan the hour after she had said that. And her plan had literally gone through the roof.
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| The air vents. Cheese was going to ship us through the air vents and out the chimney. It was because we couldn’t go out the window. For reasons like: we weren’t allowed to go out, Mirabelle locked the window, we’d get in trouble if we broke the window, and, or course, “windows are boring! So we’re gonna go through the vents! No, Milo! You can’t bring a safety clip! Ooh! Chocolate spiders!” Yes, all thanks to Cheese. What a chocolate spider is, I don’t know. I never even heard of the word chocolate, so don’t ask.
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| Alright, so Cheese’s plan did have some issues. For one example, the air vents didn’t lead to the chimney. So scratch that. Also The wood barrier was locked, so that was a no-no. Plus the air vents are too high up for Milo and Oliver and to make the jump, you would have to be super-cat. And, speaking of sizes, some of us couldn’t fit through the air vents! Yeah, just Precious. She is the fat one of the group.
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| So Cheese’s plan had changed.
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| “Your not going to do anything to get us all permanently scarred for life, are you?” I asked. Cheese just smiled. That’s a no. She’s gonna do something.
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| “Exactly what is your plan, Cheese?” Precious, who would rather bathe in sunlight than spend her afternoon with a bunch of little dirt-licking kids at a festival, had asked.
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| Cheese didn’t answer. Unfortunately, by that time, I had gotten really sick of nothing happening. So I went up to Blissy and asked, “Couldn’t you help back us up here? How many cats do you know that try to have a bomb transplant inside an air vent just to have some fun?”
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| Blissy looked at me sideward’s, just as if I were crazy, smiled, and said, “I’m sorry. But taking Cheese’s side is my only option. Whether I like it or not, I have to help Cheese.”
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| “Really? I wish I could give her mental help.” I always thought Blissy had joked like that just because she didn’t have the right answer. I was both right and wrong. I really knew that there was something fishy going on, but I was just denying it so I would feel more like a normal cat. Normal cats don’t normally think things like that.
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| “So, I guess we’re going to have to rely on Cheese’s mind again, huh?” Cheese does have a plan. She’s going to wing it the whole way. Oh boy.
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| “Angel!” Cheese called out.
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| Angel appeared.
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| “Get me a screw stick and get into that air vent!”
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| Angel went into Mirabelle’s top drawer and pulled out the screw stick (we didn’t know it was called a screwdriver). Precious, Blissy, Milo and I had piled up all of Mirabelle’s thick books up to the vents. Angel jumped onto the dresser, then jumped to the taller dresser, with the screw stick in her mouth, and to the top book. She put the screw stick on its side and stuck her nails under the metal part, and lifted the screw stick so it was standing up. She stuck it in the first screw and put her mouth on the side of the screw stick, and turned her body. After a few seconds, the first screw came out. Then she did the same thing on another screw. Then Cheese told her that two were enough.
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| Some of the books had fallen. But that didn’t stop Cheese. Cheese ordered Angel to get inside the vent. Then she ordered Blissy, then Milo, then Oliver, then Oreo, then me, then herself. Then that’s when Precious tried to go up into the air vents…
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| The vents were really black. Even though I can see I the dark, it was still pretty hard to see in the vents. And to make things even harder to climb through the vents, Cheese said that we had to be quiet, so we wouldn’t get caught. I wanted to make a ton of noise so we would get caught, and so we would end up locked up tighter in Mirabelle’s room. But something from in front of me told me just to put up with Cheese. I guessed it was probably Blissy or Angel. The weird ones. But then we all heard a big thump. We all started talking at the same time.
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| “What was that?”
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| “Did you hear that, Milo?”
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| “Maybe it was a rat.”
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| “Yeah, I heard it.”
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| “Angel, you’re stepping on my paw!”
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| “Oh boy, better not tell Cheese that.”
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| “What do you think it was, Blissy?”
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| “Maybe it’s an alien!”
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| “Angel!”
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| Angel, Blissy and I were the only one who weren’t talking, and I knew why. I knew the big thump came from Precious, and so did Angel and Blissy. I got an immediate message from three cats in the vents. I knew the first two were Blissy and Angel, of course, but it took me a while to figure out who else was trying to contact me.
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| Cheese.
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| She wanted me to help her. I figured I might as well just do it. Besides, if I don’t do something, we’re all going to end up hurt. So I backed up. Cheese rolled along with me. But the noise everyone was making threw me off balance. I just couldn’t think strait. I had to do something.
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| “Quiet!” I yelled.
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| Silence slithered through the vents.
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| I continued to back up. Cheese whispered something, but I must have heard wrong (even though she wasn’t even a foot away from me and I have real good hearing). What I heard is, “Thank you,” but that was it. But that didn’t stop me. I continued to back up. Then we heard it again.
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| Thump, thump, thump.
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| Another commotion had started again. I looked up and saw Blissy staring at me. She was a few feet away, but that didn’t stop me from giving her an order.
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| “Blissy!” I whispered. “I think Precious is stuck! But I can’t think when the other are being noisy! Shut ‘em up, and keep ‘em quiet!” I know it was a little rude, but I can’t think when the other cats just don’t shut up!
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| Blissy turned around and did what I told her. Though she didn’t have to go military soldier all over the others…
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| “Listen up!” She snapped, leaving me surprised (I never seen Blissy so scary before…) “Moon needs quiet so she can think about how to save Precious! We think Precious is stuck, so you need to keep your yaps shut!” She turned to me. She was smiling.
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| “That was unnecessary…” I mumbled. She just continued to smile. You see why I think the world has gone bananas?
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| Cheese tugged at my tail as a sign meaning to keep going. So I just started backing up again. I backed up until Cheese stopped.
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| “Hey,” I said, “what’s wrong?”
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| “It’s Precious! I think she’s stuck!”
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| Cheese found Precious?! “You found her? Is she alright? CHEESE???” I was really scared. But I needed to do something…
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| When I turned around, I saw Precious.
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| She was dangling out of the air vents hanging for dear life.
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| The top books had fallen down, and Precious was tied between the vents, and the room. Her claws were digging into the air vents, but she didn’t need to. Her butt kept her in place and she didn’t need to claw at the vents.
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| “My tail hurts!” Precious shrieked.
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| Cheese turned worriedly to me. “What do we do, Moon? What do we do???” I bet if she had thumbs, she would have shaken me till I fell out of the air vents.
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| I wanted to smack her. “First, don’t panic! Second, go and get everyone back here! I’ll stay with Precious until you get back!”
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| “Okay! But what do you have planned for everybody? They’re just going to scream and cry…”
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| “Just do it!” Unlike Cheese, I actually had a plan in my head. Though my plan probably would have hurt some of us, nobody would be severely injured like what Cheese would do, right?
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| Cheese left.
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| “Wahhh…”
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| “Don’t whine. If you didn’t stock up on those stupid canned mush you wouldn’t be heavier than an elephant!” I know that was pretty mean, but it is the truth.
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| “What do you have planned, fur-brusher?” Precious has never called me by my real name. Not once has she called me Moon!
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| “We can’t get you out, so looks like in is our only option.”
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| “Say what?”
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| “Sorry. We’re going to pull you in. We can’t get far, it looks like, so we’re going to have to get out in the living room. That’s where the big vent opening is. When we get there, we’ll have to climb up the chimney. I don’t think Mirabelle’s mother lights the fire during the day… well, unless that white cold stuff falls. But I’ll let Cheese take from where we land in the living room.”
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| “I thought you’re against all this adventure stuff? I thought you’re a housecat!” She looked at me sideward’s. “Unless you aren’t either.”
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| Let me explains what she means by “either.” There are three kinds of cats in this world. Housecats, which stay inside all day and just eat and get fat, like Precious. The outdoor cats, which go out all day and chase squirrels and play around, like Cheese. Then there are the wildcats, the ones that eat the housecats… We don’t count wildcats though. When you are a domestic cat like me, you have to be either Housecat or Outdoor Cat. Precious is a Housecat. She hates going outside. As for me, I’m neither. I can’t stand being indoors all day, and too much outdoors is just as bad. I’m just in between. But if you aren’t a Housecat or Outdoor Cat, you’re not accepted by either. Pleasant world, huh?
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| “I’m not against adventure. And I’m not a Housecat.” I bitterly admitted. I have told Precious many times that I’m neither, but those many times she has ignored me.
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| “Wait, so you’re an Outdoor? You don’t like it to me…”
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| “I’m not an Outdoor Cat, either Precious!” I turned to where Cheese ran off and called after her.
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| “Cheese! Are back yet? Hurry! Precious’ head is getting bigger!”
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| “What was that for?” Precious snapped.
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| “What? I was only checking to see if Cheese came back.”
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| “You know what I mean! My head is not getting bigger!”
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| “Did I say your head? I meant your butt.”
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| Cheese came back and Precious whined, “Cheese! Fur-brusher was being a pain again!”
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| “No, that’s just your thigh.” Cheese shot back. That was pretty stupid of Precious. She knew Cheese doesn’t stand up for Housecats. But then again, she doesn’t stand up for me either.
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| “Where are the others?” I asked abruptly.
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| “Oops… I forgot.” Cheese! You moron! Why did you go back if you weren’t even going to do what I told you?
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| “What happened?” Blissy and Oreo and Angel were by my side before I knew it. I smiled. Cheese was just joking. I think.
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| “Where are the others?”
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| When Blissy didn’t have the right answer, Angel poked up. “Oliver had gotten hurt, and Milo had to stay back.” I looked evilly at Cheese. Two of us had already been injured, Precious and Oliver, just so she could have her fun. Stupid Cheese.
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| “Alright, here is my plan, I’m not exactly sure if you guys will agree with it but…”
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| “We agree with it.” Angel said.
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| “But you haven’t even heard~”
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| “We just agree.” Blissy said. “Now, what do we do?”
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| I sighed. There’s no point in fighting. “Grab her arms and pull.” I knew something sounded fishy.
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| But nothing stopped them from doing it. Angel wrapped her tail around Precious’ left arm, and Blissy did the same to the right arm. Cheese and Oreo had gotten behind Precious and put their paws on her back. I came and stuck my tail in her collar. Of course Precious didn’t stop complaining. Mostly because my butt was literally in her face.
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| “Why does the fur-brusher have her butt in my face?”
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| “You don’t see it, do you? My tail covers, now quit yapping before I get smacking!”
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| “Is now really the time to threat, Moon?” Oreo’s quiet voice had said. I love hearing her voice, and I think now was the right time to say something.
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| “Alright, are you guys ready?” I asked
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| “Yup.”
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| “Yes.
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| “Yeah,”
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| “Mmm-hmm.”
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| “Can we just start now?”
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| We all pulled. We pulled real hard too. I tried running when I pulled. But even after that, Precious didn’t come in. But we pulled her in more.
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| We tried again. And this time some of us were yelling. I heard only Precious though. I saw Blissy’s and Angel’s paws start to move. They were walking. I pulled harder, but then everybody stopped.
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| “It’s no use!” Precious said. “I’ll never come out. On top of that we’re late. It’s past one o’clock. We’ll never get there in time to see Mirabelle.”
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| I felt sad for Precious. I glanced at Cheese, who was staring at Oreo, who was staring at Blissy, who was staring at Angel, who was staring at me. I got the message they were all telling each other. I stood up tall and readied myself.
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| We pulled one more time. And this time Precious really screamed. She screamed so much that my ears felt like they were bleeding. But that didn’t stop me. I pulled so hard I could feel the blood rushing through my head, I saw Cheese was screaming this time too, Angel look flustered, and I never had seen her face so full of expression, her face is normally expressionless. Blissy looked like she was having a hard time in the litter box, Oreo looked like she way you look when you’re the place that sticks a needle in you, and the kill you if you’re bad (Mirabelle tells us later that it‘s called a vet). And finally, after so much pain, Precious popped herself in the air vents. We were all relieved.
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| “Oww…” Precious moaned.
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| “Don’t complain. You could have been stuck in there till you’re twenty! And I hear it’s hard to find a guy when you’re locked in an air vent.”
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| “A guy?” Blissy teased.
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| “Oh, shut up.” I said jokingly.
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| We crawled through the vents and met up with Milo and Oliver. I hate those two jerks.
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| “You faked being injured??”
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| “That was mean…” Oreo said.
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| “That was creative!” Oliver shot out. “We didn’t want to work with Fat-Precious over there.”
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| “What was that?!” Precious snapped (actually more of a hiss). Oliver laughed. I bet Milo didn’t do anything. That he was just played like the rest of us. Oliver probably faked he was injured with Milo and the others, then Milo really thought Oliver had hurt himself. I don’t know about the others, but that’s just Oliver. He’s a liar.
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| Cheese ordered that we continue to the living room. We had to get to the good air vent opening so we didn’t have to tug on Precious again. We traveled down took many turns and finally made it to the living room. The heat in the vents had gotten intense. But that’s when I realized what was happening. The air vents were on.
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| The living room air vent is always open, so we didn’t need the screw stick. But when we had gotten the opening, it was locked shut. Most of the others panicked again. But I was the only one who seemed to notice that Oliver and Milo were too young, they wouldn’t last very long if we stayed in for longer. I had my next idea. But Cheese got it sooner.
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| “Everybody! Meow like you’ve never meowed before!” We both knew the idea will mean that Mirabelle’s mother will come and Mirabelle will give us a hard time. But it was either that, or die.
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| “Oh, my goodness! What is all that ruckus?” Mirabelle’s Mother’s voice was really close. That must mean she is in the living room!
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| “Mirabelle! Stop torturing your cats, will you? And hurry up and lets go! I’m going to be late!” She called out.
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| Thump, thump, thump.
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| I heard Mirabelle come from upstairs.
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| “Mom, I can’t find any of them! They’re all gone! It’s almost like they did evaporate in thin air!” Mirabelle said worriedly. I thought she left earlier.
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| “Meow, meow, mew, mew, meow”
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| “I think I found them!” Mirabelle said.
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| “Yeah, I figured that out a few minutes ago! Now lets go!”
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| “Okay! Just let me get my shoes on!”
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| “Mirabelle!” Mirabelle’s Mother moaned.
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| Cheese had gotten aggravated. There is still time, we need to think! Cheese had the answer, though she knew she would get in trouble…
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| “MIRABELLE!!!” Cheese screamed at the top of her lungs, practically deafening me.
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| “Cheese!” Mirabelle snapped.
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| “Oh, my gosh! Mirabelle! Your cats are in the air vents! I’m sorry!” Mirabelle’s mother said, not noticing that Cheese just spoke.
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| “You didn’t turn the heat on, did you?”
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| “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know!”
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| “Trust me, Mom. Nobody knew.”
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| Mirabelle Had gotten a chair, then she stood on it. She pulled out the screw stick and opened the vent. She quickly pulled out Milo and Oliver. Then pulled out Oreo, then Blissy, then, attempted, to lift Precious (Mirabelle’s Mother had to help lift Precious out of the vents), then Angel, then me, then last but not least, Cheese. Mirabelle flicked Cheese’s nose as she picked her up. That’s what you get, Cheese.
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| “Sorry! Just go without me. I’ll catch up later. Right now I’m going to have a girl-to-cat talk with Cheese.” Mirabelle said.
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| “Okay. Whatever.” Mirabelle’s Mother left the house. And Mirabelle started to scold Cheese. And, for once, I felt bad for Cheese.
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| CHAPTER 4 CHEESE AND HER STUPID FESTIVAL
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| Mirabelle didn’t let go of the fact that Cheese almost revealed most of our secrets. Like the one where Cheese can speak English (she knows a little in other languages too!), that we were going to sneak away, and that there is eight of us (Mirabelle’s Mother doesn’t know that we have Oliver, who was found on the street). Mirabelle tried to get us back upstairs. She did pretty well with that.
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| “Well, well, well. After all that, we ended up where we first started!” Precious pointed out.
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| “That is what you think.” Angel said coldly. She was sitting next to the big wooden barrier and she put her paw under it. She pulled it opened, and after she let go, the force of paw still made the barrier open. So basically it opened all the way.
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| “Way to go, Angel!” Cheese cheered. And she raced downstairs.
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| I gave Angel a suspicious look. I know Mirabelle locked the barrier. How could Angel, one of the smallest cats, be able to open it?! (Mirabelle told Cheese that the wood barrier was called a door)
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| “Do not worry. You will soon know, Moon. You will soon know.” Angel muttered. I knew that she said that. But I didn’t like it. I will soon know what? Nothing really makes sense any more.
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| Cheese made everybody run. Even Fat-Precious. We ran down the stairs, into the living room, into the kitchen, out the back wood barrier, into the garage, and hurried to Mirabelle’s two-wheeler transportation vehicle. Mirabelle keeps on it a basket, where Cheese planned to put Oliver and Milo. Then there was a basket in the back. Cheese said that some of us had to be able to fit. It was bigger than the front basket, so more of us were able to fit. But not all of us. Blissy, Oreo, and Angel had to sit in the basket. While Cheese had to think. But she had to think fast, I heard Mirabelle coming.
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| Cheese had ordered me into the top basket, squished with Milo and Oliver, and ripped up a piece of blue tarp, and pulled it over us. She did the same for the back Basket.
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| Bang, bang, bang!
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| Oh, no! Mirabelle was coming! What do we do, Cheese?
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| She had the answer. She and Precious hid while Mirabelle came out into the garage. She had on a backpack, and already I knew what Cheese was thinking. But it was then when Mirabelle put the backpack down.
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| Crash!
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| A piece of glass broke immediately! Mirabelle had to go and clean it up. She moaned and left the garage. She was really late! Cheese hurried to the backpack and pulled down the zipper with her mouth, and had Precious jumped into the bag. Cheese jumped in after her. Then Cheese pulled the zipper down, somehow.
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| “This is stupid, Precious will give out!” I snapped.
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| “What makes you think that?” Milo asked. I Pointed my paw out to the bag.
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| Precious’ tail was dangling out like a sleek, black snake.
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| “She has this thing with hanging.”
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| “Yeah, I know.”
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| “Are you talking about me, fur-brusher?!” Precious snapped, but her head was still inside the bag, so it sounded muffled.
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| “No.” I called out.
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| “Hey, Moon. Why doesn’t Precious ever call you by your name?”
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| “Certain reasons.” Milo doesn’t know that I’m neither. Milo is an outdoor cat. But I get treated differently because he thinks I’m one, too.
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| I heard a moan, I knew who it belonged to too. But I didn’t care. I knew that she gave up. Though I felt bad that we went through so much trouble just to get to go to this festival. But she was the one who brought it up, and she knew that Cheese would get an idea, as always. But even so, I still felt really bad for Mirabelle.
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| Mirabelle got on her contraption and rode out of the garage. She went pretty slow though. But we all knew why. Mirabelle was talking to herself and complaining at the same time…
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| “Okay, so I’m a little late. It doesn’t mean that the~ whaa!~ world is coming to an~ oh, snap!~ end! Though I could use without~ oww!~ the extra~ ahhh!~ weight on my~ ahh! Look out!~ bike…” She was trying to avoid riding into other people. But she did an okay job… “Next time I’ma keep my mouth shut about this to Cheese!~ Sorry!~ It’s all because of me!~ Whaa! Not again!~ I had to bring home that silly stray! All because I pitied her!”
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| After a while of hearing this, we were finally there. After all of this “adventure”, we’re finally at the festival!
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| The park was full of excitement. I knew because I heard it. We weren’t allowed to leave the contraption until Mirabelle left. She moved the contraption around a lot, I already had a headache from her bad driving, but she eventually placed it somewhere.
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| When Cheese helped everyone get off of the contraption, I was really amazed to see the festival. The park had tons of cute little stands. Each stand with a unique idea. Some had games, others had food, others had toys and activities. There were decorations that made the sky seem like a million different colors. Kids were running around with streamers and yelling and laughing. And out of all of that, the first thing we all had to do (we had to stay together because of Cheese and because if we had separated, it would be hard to find each other) was crash the candy stand.
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| The candy stand was a very big stand, and it had almost everything! Cheese wandered around it to see if there were any air vents, but we all agreed right then and there that we were never going into the air vents again. But Cheese and Angel had gotten inside the stand, and when they came back out, they had tons of sweets. I don’t like most sweets, they taste like Mirabelle’s canned food. But I do like lollipops! I ate tons of those. But Cheese told us to save our energy for the more serious stuff. Whatever was leftover went to Mirabelle’s backpack. Then we left for activities. There were tons of activities! We looked at one where there were little ducks in a pool, and little kids tried to fish for them, and if you got one, you won a prize. It was always a toy, like a bear or something.
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| One girl came up to us. She was really nice, just as nice as Mirabelle. She was small, about an estimate of three feet tall. She bended down and patted me.
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| “This kitty is so cute! Aww, but you have a collar! No fair!”
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| She patted Milo and Oliver, but then a lady came and said, “No, Nicky! Stay away from those strays!” Huh? How rude! The lady grabbed Nicky’s hand and pulled her away.
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| Then Cheese came over and ruined the moment.
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| “Hey, guys! Check it out! There’s a talent show, and Mirabelle’s a contestant!” Say what?
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| We all ran to the front of the park and looked at the stage and waited for something to happen. A tall man with glasses came on stage and announced something.
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| “Alright! Thank you for coming tonight! We have a special entertainment coming up in just a moment. She’s a contestant for this year’s Talent Show! Meet twelve-year-old Mirabelle and The Stray Cats!”
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| Mirabelle walked onstage with a few other kids about her age. She was wearing a cat suit and so were the other people. Mirabelle’s outfit was red and the others were different colors as well. They all looked alike except that her friends were carrying instruments. She wasn’t about to sing, was she?
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| “Cheese… what is going on?” I asked.
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| Cheese was smiling and answered, “She’s going to sing!”
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| “Whatever she sings,” Precious said, “you translate it, okay?” Cheese nodded. Oh, boy. Not Mirabelle!
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| “Thank you everybody!” Mirabelle said. “I am proud to say that this is our first time performing for Newport’s Talent Show. We worked hard on this, it‘s a song I wrote called ‘Glittering Goddess.’”
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| The speakers in the background automatically filled the air with Mirabelle’s song. The instruments strung through the air, and mutts that were next to us started barking. People sitting on the grass started to cheer. For all I know, I was cheering too! I understood a little bit of the song, so I didn’t need to turn to Cheese constantly for help. Besides, I can just ask what the song was about overall later. Not to Mirabelle, of course, but at least I would get some kind of answer.
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| When the song ended, the people cheered. Some people screamed, “Encore!” and that soon started to spread through the crowd as if it were a disease that was sweeping through the nation. The man came back out on the stage and grabbed the stick that was connected to the speakers and said, “Well done! Well done. It looks like you have some fans, huh? Well, lucky for them they get to see you perform one more time. You do have a second song, right?”
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| Mirabelle nodded.
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| “Well, then. What are we waiting for?” The crowd cheered. “Give the people your next song!”
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| Mirabelle’s smile made me smile too! It was a Mirabelle Moment! You go girl! Mirabelle took the stick and said something.
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| “This next song goes out to my friends. Mostly for my cat, Moon. It’s called ‘Outcast.’ Please enjoy!”
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| The sound of my name made me cry. Mirabelle is such a suck-up! She knew I was in the crowd. She probably just said that so I will eat canned foods. Yeah, right. I wouldn’t be caught dead eating that mush! If you think I will ever get over that stuff, you’re wrong!
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| The sweet soft sound of the music made me sleepy, I understood some of the lyrics. Although I didn’t know what outcast meant. I still liked the song. I looked over in Cheese’s direction. She looked either annoyed or jealous. But I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let a slow cat like Cheese get in my way. Unfortunately, that didn’t work.
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| That is when the sweets from before had kicked in…
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| Mirabelle had finished her song, but the rhythm was still in my head. Milo and Oreo were a little worried. They said that I seemed dazed, and locked in a trance. I didn’t really understand, but I knew that they meant that I was sleepy. I had a big day. I just wanted to go home. It was too bad Cheese ruined the moment. Blissy and Angel had come rushing to me, they had bad news.
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| “Cheese is missing,” Blissy said, straining to keep her voice down so that the others didn’t hear. “We looked everywhere for her. She’s nowhere to be found. Have you seen her?”
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| I shook my head. “I haven’t seen her since Mirabelle sang her songs. Are you sure Precious didn’t eat her?”
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| Blissy scowled.
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| “We’re being serious here!” She snapped. “Only you can help us.” I thought about it for a moment.
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| “Why is it me? Why can’t it be Precious?”
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| “Just do it, fur-brusher!” Precious popped out of nowhere and exclaimed.
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| “Wait, wait, I think I’ve heard this one before!” I said sarcastically.
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| “Shut it!” She snapped.
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| Blissy stood between us. She looked pretty upset. More like angry, but I still didn’t want to mess with her. She needed help and I was fighting with the one cat who has never even said my name before. But then I thought about something.
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| “Wait, are you saying that we all have to work together?”
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| “I don’t understand it either,” Precious said. “But I have this feeling that just tells me that Cheese will end in danger if we don’t find her.” Precious had a point. Those two do kind of scare me.
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| Blissy nodded. It was from then on that I felt a little suspicious about Angel and Blissy. It was also that point that made me feel like everybody knew something that I didn’t.
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| “Where was the last place you saw Cheese?” Blissy asked both me and Precious.
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| “I saw her last at one of those activity stands.” Precious said.
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| “I just saw her trying to juggle on top of that cookie stand…” I answered. Precious and Blissy looked at me as if I were crazy. Angel just looked up and pointed her tail to the nearest stand. But Cheese disappeared.
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| “Okay, if this some kind of joke…” Precious started.
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| “It’s no joke! I saw her! I really did!” I argued. Precious just scowled.
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| “I believe you.” Blissy said. I turned to her. She really did believe me. And what was even scarier was that I was having a hard time believing myself. Believing that this was happening.
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| I sighed. There was only one choice. “Alright. Let’s look for Cheese Nip.”
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| I went to where I saw Cheese. I searched there for a while. I looked all around the stand, I even went inside the stand. It was another turn in events for Cheese.
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| Cheese had attacked the stand.
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| I went inside the stand and everything was a mess! Paper were all over the floor. The employees were picking up those papers. Then I looked and saw every cookie that was there just all in crumbs lying on the floor. The stand had to be closed. I went to the next stand, hoping that Cheese would be there.
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| Cheese had gone there. She came and went. And totaled that stand too. It was a game stand. The one where you throw a ball and you try to make it knock over three glass bottles that are standing on each other, and if you do that, you get a prize. All the bottles were knocked down. Most of them were broken. And some weren’t even glass too! Every one of those little balls were on the floor, and the people that worked there were tripping on them. All the prizes were knocked on the floor as well. I heard that some of them had been stolen, but nobody saw what or who did this. But some of the people around the stand had witnessed what happened. At first the heater had broke. Then there were rats in the ceiling, then some wires were chewed at and the light went out at the stand. While there was nothing but darkness, the attacker ransacked the whole stand. I left the stand immediately and hurried for the next one. If I didn’t get to Cheese soon, the whole festival would collapse.
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| I went strait to the next stand. I didn’t care what rules I had to break to get in, I broke in! I jumped at the stand, and looked around. The people there were just as bad as the people at the last stand! I had to find Cheese!
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| I met up with Blissy and Angel and Precious. I felt real bad. “Did you find any trace of her?” Blissy asked.
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| “Yeah,” said Precious, “the whole darn lot!”
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| “If we don’t find her soon, everything will be gone!” I said.
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| “We have to look in the stands that she hasn’t attacked!” Blissy explained. “But doing that is pretty difficult.”
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| I turned to her. “Are you saying that this is impossible?”
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| “Not impossible, just difficult. We have no choice but to find Cheese. Who knows what could happen.” She looked at me and Precious and asked, “Do you know what caused this?”
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| “Huh?”
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| “Her behavior… What caused her behavior? If we knew that, then we might have an answer.” Blissy looked serious. She thought for a moment. “Well?”
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| I thought for less then a second and already had the answer.
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| “The sweets from before!” I exclaimed. “Mirabelle says that there is something in sweets that make you a little crazy, but it also makes you want more.”
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| “Sugar.” Angel said.
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| We all looked at Angel as if she were crazy. She almost never talks! Especially if Cheese were involved.
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| “Did you say something, Angel?” Blissy asked.
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| Angel, who only said one word, just nodded. Like I said, she never says anything. Sometimes I wonder if she’s from the same planet Cheese is from… Magic Land, the place where you can find never-ending fun. Or maybe Cheese is from Neptune and Angel is from Mars. Well, one thing is for sure, Precious is from Uranus.
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| “Cheese is going after that sugar thing!” Precious said, interrupting my thoughts. But then I noticed that Precious had a point. At that moment I knew what Cheese was heading for.
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| “Cheese is looking for the sweets stand!” I bellowed. The others, except Angel, looked at me with a surprised expression.
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| “I get it now!” I continued. “But there’s no time to explain! I’ll tell you along the way, but we have to get to the sweets stand!”
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| Blissy nodded as if she understood. Precious turned her head sideways and tried to think.
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| “If you know then you lead, Moon.” Blissy murmured.
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| A few minutes later we were running as fast as we could to get to the sweets stand. I was trying as hard s a could to explain the situation.
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| “Because the sugar kicked in earlier, Cheese wants more. But her desire for the sugar is too strong. She can’t remember where or what the sugar stand is. So she’s attacking all the stands looking for her sweets.”
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| “But wait,” Precious said. “The first stand that Cheese had went through was a cookie stand, right? If she got her sweets, then why continue looking?”
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| “Because,” I said, “sugar is in cookies. Which means she wants more and more. Not just that, but she wants an amount of her sweets to satisfy. She wants a variety, which means she’s going to ransack every stand to get more than just a few of the same sweets. She won’t stop until she has what she wants.” I turned to Precious and Blissy and gave them a serious look. “But I’m thinking ahead. For there will be no end to this, since just about every sweet has sugar in it. We have to take her down. And that’s just the least of our problems.” I tried to hold back the tears. It’s hard to tell them this, but I had no choice. “We have to do this without Mirabelle or her Mother knowing.” If either of them knew, we’d be in huge trouble! Mirabelle will punish us until the end of our nine lives!
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| “So, what do we do?” Precious asked. “Just wait for this whole festival to end? I mean, we don’t even know what Cheese is planning this time. We can’t keep chasing her. It’s just too boring.”
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| That’s it!
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| “Precious, you’re a genius!” I said, though I regretted.
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| “Well, of course I am.” She said, but the tone in her voice sounded unsure. “I mean, who wouldn’t love this big cutie of fur? I am the intelligent one of the group.” I really wished I had thumbs, that way I could smack her.
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| “Wait,” She continued, “what did I do?” It was a pure make-fun-of-Precious moment. But that wasn’t the time.
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| “It’s boring, right?” I asked.
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| Two heads bobbed up and down.
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| “And Cheese likes excitement right? You know that saying, ‘One sunny day as clear as can be, she that searches endlessly for some magic life, causes me such strife since I just get dragged around?’”
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| All three heads shake like I’m crazy.
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| “Oh, you know what I mean!” I snapped. I was getting really bored with this. The situation wasn’t getting anywhere! “My plan is to lower Cheese into a trap by tricking her. It has to be something that will entertain Cheese. But I wonder if we have time…”
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| Blissy came up to me and said, “There is always time. We have all the time in the world right now.” I didn’t really know what she meant by that, but I just nodded and thought hard. Then I knew it. I’ll mix two-on-two. Something that entertains her, and at the same time, gives her the sweets that she searches for endlessly. I gave Blissy a sign, I drew an arrow in the dirt with my claw pointing to the sweets stand. She took Angel and left towards it.
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| Precious and I left to find an abandoned stand. We did after a while. Nobody was there and the shelves were clear. Precious kept clear for Blissy and Angel as I went to find something that was similar to a net. I know what you are thinking. I’m going to play animal control with Cheese. It’s similar, but that’s just the kind of situation. But something made me stop.
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| Mirabelle.
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| “Moon? Is that you?!” I turned around to find tall Mirabelle standing over me.
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| I ran. I didn’t stop running either. Well, was I wrong. I was trying to run. But Mirabelle’s fingers were wrapped around my blue collar, so I was only kicking sand and dirt. And guess what? She wanted an answer.
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| “What is Cheese up to, Moon? I know you know!”
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| I wanted to explain, but I can’t speak English. If she knew Domesity then we could communicate. But I tried anyway.
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| “Mew mew meow.” I said (Translation: Cheese is up to no good).
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| Mirabelle nodded as if she knew what I were saying.
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| “Meow meow mew m-ow.” (She destroyed all the stands)
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| Mirabelle nodded.
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| “Meow?” (Get it?)
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| “Then what are you and Precious up to?” Oh my gosh, cat owners are scary…
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| “Meow mew meow meow mew!” (We’re trying to capture Cheese!)
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| “How?”
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| How? How? How?! You think I have time to explain? I hardly have any time at all!
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| “Mirabelle,” I heard a soft voice say. I turned around and, to my surprise, I saw Oreo! At least she can back me up!
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| “We need something like a net.” Oreo said quietly.
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| Mirabelle thought for a moment then she replied, “How can I help?”
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| à J * J * J * J ß
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| The shelves that were empty were full again. Mirabelle had gone and put a ton of sweets on them. They were filled with candy and cookies and cakes and who knows what else. But at least they had something. The blue tarp that Cheese had used before was taped to the ceiling. And we were all in our hiding spots.
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| We waited for a while. Nothing happened. So Mirabelle tossed one of the cookies that she had onto the grass that was outside of the stand. Already I knew what she was doing. And silently, she cupped her hand over the stick that lead to the speakers and magically changed her voice so it sounded ghost-like.
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| Cheese, she sang. Cheese, come here. You know you want me. Come here. And meet my friends, too.
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| The hypnotizing tone in her voice made me want to cry. The speakers vibrated with the ghostly sound and then I heard footsteps. I thought everyone had left, but this was the sound of someone who walks on all-fours.
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| Cheese Nip.
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| I peeked around the corned to see if my ears heard right. They did. My ears never seem to fail me. Cheese’s eye’s were bugging out and she looked like she had just come out of one of those alleys where the strays all go and looked like she went through a million garbage cans looking for her dinner. Her fur was all dirty and looked like she rolled in sand or something. One of her ears were flung back, like some kind of hound dog. What freaked me out the most was that there was drool-like foam coming out of her mouth. I didn’t want to mess with her.
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| Cheese walked over to the cookie. She sniffed it, as if she were trying to sense danger from it. But it surprised me that she did that, from the way she looks I mean. She rolled the cookie around like it was the mouse she killed this morning that she left on Mirabelle’s bed. After her inspection, she smiled anxiously and dangerously and yelled, “COOKIE! Do want!” She attacked it, then after less than a second of that, she walked quickly away from the cookie’s spot.
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| There wasn’t a crumb left.
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| Cheese poked her head inside of the stand. She sniffed around and after a minute, she finally decided it was safe. She slowly walked in and looked for what she wanted. She scanned the stand until she saw the shelves. She smiled with that scary minion look. She stared at the cookies and sweets for a minute, then she pounced at it, forgetting that she had to land.
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| Ka-splat!
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| Her aim was so bad, that she didn’t even make it to the shelf and ended up jumping headfirst into the wall. Stupid Cheese. She slid down the wall and looked back up at the shelves. Was she really going to try to do that again?
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| Cheese focused herself, she backed up and shook her butt to get ready for another jump. She was more focused this time, but would my plan actually work?
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| Ka-bam!
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| Cheese landed with a perfect landing, she was practically twirling! But she wasn’t interested in that kind of stuff. She just wanted her cookie. She turned around to claim her trophy. She gave that scary look again. When her huge freakish eyes start to glitter and she stares like she never seen the thing in her life.
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| Crack!
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| The floor boards creaked as Mirabelle took a step towards Cheese. And that’s all she had to do to make Cheese suspicious. She should have waited for when Cheese didn’t notice a single thing, or just started to eat her stupid sweets. Cheese turned and stared in our direction. Mirabelle put her mouth to the stick again and spoke.
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| Cheese, Cheese? Mirabelle sang. Don’t turn you back on me, my friends still want you! Don’t we, guys? Mirabelle was seriously freaking me out with that ghost voice of hers…
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| Cheese stared at the sweets again. Was she seriously buying this? Her smile turned into a scowl. I knew it, she wasn’t going to buy this, she wasn’t going to believe that her sweets were trying to tell her to eat them.
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| Oh, but she did.
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| Cheese went over to the sweets and attacked them as if she were one of those crazy alley dogs that looked like skeletons. She just sat there at the shelf, completely oblivious to her surroundings.
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| Mirabelle took a step towards Cheese. Cheese continued to eat her sweets, not noticing Mirabelle or anything that went around her. Mirabelle took two steps. Cheese stopped for a split second, but just to catch her breath. Mirabelle looked nervously towards me. I knew that her eyes were asking, What do I do, Moon?
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| I bobbed my head in Cheese’s direction. I don’t know if Mirabelle got my point, but she continued walking. Cheese didn’t hear or notice Mirabelle coming. We almost had her, if only a certain person didn’t ruin the moment…
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| “Mirabelle!” Mirabelle’s Mother called. “Mirabelle! Where are you? I’m leaving now, and you’re coming with me!”
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| Mirabelle panicked and ducked back behind the corner where we were hiding. Cheese heard Mirabelle’s Mother calling Mirabelle and understood the moment.
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| Cheese turned, jumped off the shelf and ran away.
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| “Darn!” Mirabelle snapped her fingers as she said this. “We almost had her! Why does my Mom ruin practically everything?” I was kind of wondering the same thing…
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| “Wait,” Blissy said. “I don’t think Mirabelle’s Mother always ruins the moment.” Once again, I didn’t understand what Blissy meant. If she would just stop speaking some kind of other language that I don’t know for a change, I would probably understand her. But then I finally understood what she meant. With the time thing and with what she just said.
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| Mirabelle’s Mother had found us.
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| “Mirabelle,” She exclaimed, “I had no idea that your cats were here too! Oh, Mirabelle. Would you please just let go of these cats for once?”
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| Mirabelle’s Mother was carrying a small white and black cat in her jacket. Can you guess who is was?
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| “Cheese Nip!” Mirabelle yelled with a happy and exhausted tone. I don’t blame her, we thought we were dead.
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| Mirabelle’s Mother looked at me. She studied me for a moment. Then looked in the stand…
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| “Oh my gosh, Mirabelle! So you were the one doing this! I expected better from you!” Mirabelle jumped at the sound of her name. I knew what Mirabelle’s Mother had said. She was blaming Mirabelle for Cheese’s mess.
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| “Wait, what?” Mirabelle asked. “Hold on, Mom. You think I did this? You think I went to every stand and demolished them for no reason? Wait, why?”
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| Mirabelle’s Mother crossed her arms and said, “You expect me to think that your cats are responsible for this?”
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| Owned.
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| I knew Mirabelle was going to say that Cheese did this, but humans don’t take things like that seriously. So in the end, Mirabelle ended up grounded. I knew Cheese was in for it, but I didn’t say anything.
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| Mirabelle’s Mother put us in the back of her car in little cat cages and put Mirabelle’s contraption on top of it. Blissy and Precious came across the others eventually, and Mirabelle picked up Oliver and stuck him in her coat until we were in the car, she then snuck him in one of the cages, I think it was the cage Precious was in, but I didn’t want to deal with it. I had enough of the outdoors.
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| When Mirabelle was through talking with her Mother, she came upstairs to give Cheese the biggest punishment of a lifetime.
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| “Ok, where is? Where is she?” Mirabelle sang. We all looked at the Cat Kingdom. Cheese was supposed to be there, but we weren’t sure. But Mirabelle walked to the Cat Kingdom and reached her hand inside and searched for Cheese. She pulled Cheese out of the Cat Kingdom eventually. But Mirabelle was so mad at Cheese, that all her energy was wasted. Also when she pulled Cheese out, Cheese was sleeping like a baby. We all knew that she had a busy day. We didn’t need another surprise.
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| Too late.
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| “I guess that now isn’t the time to tell her that I’m cutting out the canned food.” Mirabelle mumbled. The others moaned with an agonized tone.
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| Angel pulled Cheese back into the Cat Kingdom. Mirabelle didn’t want to deal with it. She put on her pajamas and tucked herself into bed. She never lets us sleep on her bed, so I didn’t expect her to say anything about it tonight.
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| “Hey,” Mirabelle moaned, “guys, if you want to sleep with me in my bed tonight, I don’t care.”
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| I was sitting next to her bed when she said this. She turned over and looked at me with a faded smile. She reached her arm down and patted me. She scratched under my chin, then she lifted me onto her bed and patted me until she fell asleep.
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| “No, I don’t want any crackers…” Cheese mumbled in her sleep. “Is this what you call a sewer? It looks like fun…” I didn’t want to know what she had in mind, and I really didn’t care. Most cats dream about running in fields and having fun with other cats, not flying crackers and “sewers.” But whatever.
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| “Stupid Cheese.”
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| This is all I have so far. (PEASE DO NOT STEAL THIS!)
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