Yesterday night I found Papa's old cell phone while I was exploring in the computer desk. I liked the strap, and since Papa isn't using this phone anymore I decided to keep it. I started putting the strap in one of my cheek pouches, but Papa saw me when I was half done. He put me in the bed and tried to take the strap back, but I didn't want to let him have it. I found it, so it's MINE! Finally he gave up. He let me take the strap, but he was watching me very closely.
It's MINE! Let it go!
Don't even think about taking it back!
Ok, now you're coming home with me...
Hmmm... Yummy Sony-Ericsson button...
IN YOU GO!
Ok, I got the strap. Now what?
I put all the strap in my cheek pouch and then I tried to do the same with the phone, but I couldn't. I still can't understand why. I decided to take the strap out again. When I wasn't alert Papa took the phone back.
After this I went back to the computer desk to look for the phone, but I couldn't find it. Papa told me that the strap is dangerous for me because I could choke. He cut a small piece of it and gave it to me. I got very happy and took it into my cage!