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[cat_so_clever]

A small, black and white cat appears (as cats are wont to do - they have no need of the conventional means of travel so many bigger folk are burdened by), and makes his way to a soft and comfortable chair, which he claims as his own, curled up in a neat ball with his paws tucked under him and his tail draped oh-so-fastidiously around him

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[slaggin_preds]

"I have done dis!" Rattrap chirps, a wicked grin on his ratface. He cackles at the memory, rubbing his paws together like an evil genius. "I useta steal my buddy Rhinox's tools, an' he'd spend all day huntin' fer 'em. Jus' when he looked ready ta blow, which takes a real long time, mind ya, I'd come saunterin' up, twirlin' th' tools round in my fingas'. Usually get smacked fer it, but jus' watchin' 'im slowly lose 'is cool was hilarious."

[cat_so_clever]

One of the cats ears flicks slightly at the sound of the 'bots voice, and he looks up, yawning as he considers his answer. His rough pink tongue curls, and his sharp white teeth flash.

"You liked him to know it was you who had his tools?" He asks. "I find it is much more fun to leave them wondering. . . One moment it is there, the next it is gone. And next week they shall find it, in some place which it could never have naturally found it's way too."

He smiles, eyes gone to slits with pleasure.

"And of course, who would ever suspect a cat?"

[slaggin_preds]

"He was m'buddy," the rat shrugs, reaching up to scratch behind an ear. "Wanned 'im ta know, cuz well... don' wan' 'im thinkin' he lost 'is marbles, yanno? 'Course, afta' a while, he figgered out what was goin' on an' he'd come straight ta me when he coul'nt find what he was lookin' fer. Den I had t'start gettin' creative."

Another shrug, then he scratches under his chin and tilts his head to the side. "So den, pussycat. You a masta' a' distraction or what? Y'sound a bit smarta' den all th' felines I know, though dat ain't exactly sayin' much."

[cat_so_clever]

"Oh, but making them think that they're going mad is half of the fun," he purrs, claws extending briefly and sinking into the plush cushioning of his chair.

He looks thoughtfully at the 'bot. "Master of distraction?" He says, pleased. "I like that. No, I am Mister Mistoffolees, also known as the conjuring cat - disappearances a specialty. And I am not any ordinary cat - I am Jellicle Cat." He peers with one slitted eye at the 'bot to see if he recognises the term.

[lilgreentabby]

Well, if the other cat is talking, Tango will break her usual silence as well - though she does glance around first just in case. "Fifteen seconds after they give up looking for it, in the chair they were just about to sit in."

[random_xtras]

One moment the area was empty. Now it holds 35 pounds of muscular genetically engineered and fae enhanced brown tabby Maine Coon.

-Right behind them, poof,- he says.