Heehee!  Purrpurrpurr!  That tickles!

Tickling my belly reminded me that I’m hungry. Bring me somewhere to eat!

A little cramped here, but it’ll do.

Meow!  Put me down near the window.  I think I hear something.

It’s starting to get cold.  I’m going to need my blanket.

Now what did I hear?

Could it be?

I think… I heard a tweet!  Let me see if I remember how to do this.

I will pretend to be a tiny bird, and tell it to come to me, so I can eat it.

No bird yet.  But it sounds like a bird!

Surely if there were a bird, I would have eaten it by now.  There must be another explanation.

I heard the tweets.  You heard the tweets…

But if it’s not coming from a bird, then what is it?

I must solve the mystery of the disembodied tweet!

Let me think…

What is the first step in solving such a mystery?

Maybe I should list out the evidence.

No, that seems pointless.

Hmm…

What will help me solve this mystery?

I know what I need!

A detective costume!

Meow!  Not quite enough though…

One last addition.

Check out that monocle.  Purrrrrrr…

But seriously, let me think.  Tweets, but no bird…

Maybe there is something hidden somewhere in the house that will provide answers.

That would involve searching.  Cats aren’t known to expending effort…

…but it looks like I’m gonna have to make an exception.

Where to look where to look where to look…

I wonder if it’s a cricket pretending to be a bird.  That would be so mean of a cricket, to do this to a cat.

If there’s a cricket, it’d probably be behind the dryer.  I once saw a bug behind the dryer.

But if there were crickets in the house, I probably would have eaten it by now…

Any crickets in here? *Sniffsniffsniff*

I can’t believe there’s not one single bug back here.  It’s so dirty!

Okay, so if this is the only place a cricket could be, then where else?  I’ll search the pantry.

Meow!  There are wires next to the cupboard.  This would explain everything!

I deduce it’s a device playing a recording of a cricket imitating a bird!

This would explain why there is no bird outside, and no cricket in my belly.

*Opens door*

I can’t believe this.  Not a single friggin’ cricket recording.  In the whole cupboard.

What else can sound like a bird?  A whoopie cushion?

No whoopie cushions on any of the chairs.

I’m SO running out of ideas.

I need more clues!  But where do I find them!

Thinkthinkthinkthink…

Usually I find interesting things in Scott’s sock drawer.

This dresser here contains many interesting things, you see.  You may think it’s just clothes, but no.  It is the constant target of my curiosity.

Let’s see what’s in this sock drawer…

Birds, crickets, whoopie cushions…

I think it’s all in here!

Umm, my mistake.  Just socks.

I need to learn more about the art of investigation.  Time to hit the books.

Purrrpurrpurr.  ZZzzzzz…. snore.

Ahhh, that was refreshing.  But how’d I end up here?

Meow.  This is awfully cozy, believe you me!  I must have been removed from that work area I fell asleep in.

I guess humans actually read books, rather than just sleep on them.

Wonders never cease!

But I have to figure out where those tweets are coming from.  I need to THINK like a bird.

Maybe if I viewed the situation from the perspective of…

A bird!

I’m flyin’ around, flyin’ around, flyin’ around,

Makin’ tweets, makin’ tweets, chirpin’ away.

How can the cat not eat me?

I’m missing something obvious here.

Meow.  I think I get it.

If I were a bird, I would not want cat saliva on my feathers.

I’d probably not fly over if it were a cat asking me to come over.

Hmmm… that wasn’t a very good mystery I’m afraid.

People are gonna be pissed at me after spending so much time reading this.

Meow.

I should hide.  BYE!