Two thin, furry, arms snaked out from the beatup old backpack. Matty's eyes ticked over his shoulder and widened at the cat's latest mad scramble to escape. Those nimble paws had found the clasp and they were doing all they could to work it open. Disturbingly dextrous for a creature with no thumbs, Oobis had nearly freed himself. As carefully as possible Mathias slipped off the strap and set down the bag. It sank, ever so slightly into a very plush cushion, on a very plush couch.

Matty was way, way on the other side of the room by the time the cat was out of the bag. "So, uh, who would wanna steal a bunch of tractors?" Mathias blurted out, sounding too enthused, trying and failing to sound normal but his nerves betrayed him in that too bright tone.

Oobis twitched all over, settling his fur as a bird settles it's feathers. His orange orbs swooped the room and settled on Matty with an almost evil glare. Between them, were serveral humans who hadn't conned him into a backpack and more importantly there was food. Oobis hopped down from the couch, snaked around Sarah's and Joleen's legs, brushed up against the boys he wasn't mad at and facerubbed Ella's ankle. He set the barest edge of teeth against the knob of bone there and hopped up to his bowl, purring. His tail was straight up in the air and he was giving his most unflattering side to Mathias.

He was whiskers deep into a crab puff when a thought occured. He shared it aloud, "What's a tractor? He quickly went back to nom nom nomming, as if the answer didn't matter, but he was curious. Big, he had gathered. Hard to hide, he imagined.