The guardian of the cellphone - position open

Our new bear Marshmellow was quite proud of his new responsibility.

He knew the rules, don't let the boy make calls without permission and keep it away from the cats, and had been duly sworn in as the official GUARDIAN of the cell phone. 

 Unfortunately for Marshmellow, he wasn't alone.

"Whatcha got there?? Can I play with it? "                                                                              

Wait a minute! I know what that is, Mom has it stuck in her ear all the time!

"Psst!!  Give me the cell phone and I'll tell you where the bear treats are!"

 Marshmellow, knowing the greatness of his responsibility, refused.

"You'd better hand over the phone or else!! "                                                                         

Marshmellow had never been whapped before!!

He dropped the phone and ran to hide.

 Tigger had his own dilema.

"So how does this thing work anyhow?"

"hmmmm, who is on my friends and family plan that I could call?"

"SAY WHAT?  It costs how much to call Santa at the North Pole????"

"Maybe it would make a great cat toy?"

When I heard the cellphone hit the floor I knew that I must begin anew to hunt for a guardian for the cellphone of pink pleasure.

Anyone up for the job?

Qualifications:

1. You must be able to stand up to and not be bullied by big fat flame point cats with appealing blue eyes who think they own the world and are named Tigger. 

(btw, Marshmellow is the Border's Christmas bear! I bought more than $30 worth and got him for only $8.99)