The phone rang.
No one picked it up.
So the feline decided to take matter into his own paws.
" Hello?" The person said on the other line. " Is that you, Mia?"
Blackie cleared his throat and used his squeakiest voice ever. " Who is this?"
" Mia, it's me. Tommy. We chatted the other day." The person on the other line said.
An evil idea came into Blackie's mind.
" Hey, Tommy!" He said in his squeaky voice. " I have to go take the cake out of the oven. So my parrot will keep you company."
Blackie cleared his throat and used his most parrot voice ever. " Naughty boy, naughty boy."
And with that, he smashed the red button.
The phone clattered onto the counter as Blackie sat smugly on the kitchen table, his tail flicking with satisfaction. "Humans are so gullible," he muttered, licking a paw.
Just then, Mia walked into the room with a confused look on her face. "Blackie, why is the phone off the hook?" She picked it up and glanced at the caller ID. "Tommy? He called?"
Blackie gave her an innocent look, his emerald eyes wide as he stretched out lazily. "Meow?"
Mia raised an eyebrow. "Don't you 'meow' me. What did you do?"
Blackie let out a dramatic sigh and rolled onto his side. "If you must know," he said, his voice dripping with faux innocence, "I merely kept him entertained."
Mia froze. "You talked to him?"
"Of course," Blackie said, grooming his tail. "I even introduced him to your parrot."
Mia blinked, completely lost. "Parrot? I don't have a—oh no." Her eyes widened in realization. "Blackie, what did you say?!"
The smug cat hopped off the table, flicking his tail behind him. "Oh, just a little something about him being a naughty boy. No big deal."
Mia groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Blackie, Tommy isn't my boyfriend!"
Blackie blinked at her. " Oh good. I didn't want him to steal you from Nelson."
Mia grabbed the nearest pillow and threw it at him. Blackie dodged effortlessly, landing gracefully on the windowsill. "You're impossible!"
"I'm entertaining," Blackie corrected. "You should thank me. The boy sounded boring."
Mia's phone buzzed in her hand. It was a text from Tommy: Hey, Mia... Just wanted to say your parrot is... uh... something else. Call me back?
Mia groaned again, glaring at her cat. "You're lucky you're cute."
Blackie gave her a Cheshire grin. "And don't you forget it."
Then, Nelson strolled into the room, a carefree grin on his face. He plopped onto the couch with his usual energy, oblivious to the chaos that had just unfolded. "Hiya, Wojira and Blackie. What's up?"
Mia groaned, flopping down next to him. "First off, don't call me Wojira. Second, your favorite cat just impersonated me on the phone with my agent, Tommy."
Nelson blinked, clearly struggling to process the words. "Wait... Tommy? The guy who books your stuff? What did Blackie say?"
Blackie leapt gracefully from the windowsill onto the coffee table, sitting with regal composure. "I merely mentioned that Tommy was a naughty boy. And I might've pretended to be a parrot for dramatic flair."
