It Wasn't A Dream!

Hello, everyone.  It's me, Cammie.  Remember last week when I told you about some of the challenges I face while guarding the inner room of the Studio?   Well, I drew Inner Studio Guard Duty again over the weekend ... and ...

It all started when Mom showed me a new toy she bought just for me!

" 'Beyond Tough', huh?  We'll see about that!"

It's like the toy was challenging me right from the start!  Anyway, I took it with me on Guard Duty.  It's blue on one side and yellow on the other. I had just flipped it onto the yellow side when I got this creepy feeling.

"Odd.  I feel very odd."

It wasn't dissimilar to the feeling I got after that weird dream I had in the Studio last week!  Like I was being watched.  By someone.  Or by something.  

I brushed that thought aside and got back to work on my new toy.

And then ...

"Hey!  Hey, Zim's Mom!  She's awake!  Can I meet her?"
"Not really a good idea, Roger.  Roger!!!  Ro--"

"What could possibly go wrong?!?"
"What have we here?!?"

It wasn't a dream after all!

"I'm Roger the Rat, from Australia!"
"Really?  Come closer, Roger the Rat.  Yes.  That's it.  Just a little closer..."

"Come to Cammie, Rog!"
"Help!!!"

Mom made him go sit on the shelf for a while.  I have no idea why.  I wanted him.  Bad.

I got back to my toy and then ...

"No, really, Zim's mom.  She likes me.  I can tell!"

He's a very persistent rat.

"I think we could be friends, Cammie."
"Don't bank on it, rat.
Umm... I mean sure we can, Roger.  Come a little closer, I want to tell you a secret."

"You're MINE now!"

If Mom hadn't intervened, I would have shown him some good, old-fashioned Siberian fun.  As it was, he had to go sit on a shelf again.  Behind the closet door.  He must have misbehaved.

At least I know it wasn't a dream last week.  And fear not!  I will get him one day.  I'm only doing what comes naturally!

Cam!