The kitties didn’t meow anything. Then again, there was really nothing to meow
about in terms of Tommy. Tommy could be
any cat around the beach. Finally Baby
broke the silence with a, “Well, we’re sorry we interrupted the game.”
Right when she meowed this a sleek
black cat with purr-fectly shaped paws had come up to inspect Smokey. He was giving Smokey such an intent eye that
it actually made her back up out of nervousness. “Why are you staring at me like that?” Smokey asked.
“You iz making me really nervous!”
“Don’t I know you?” asked the kitty with a smooth meow. “You look paw-fully familiar.”
Smokey thought about it for a second
and then it hit her. “Wait a
meow-minute! I remember now!”
Baby and Barney were staring at her
like she was nuts but Smokey wasn’t paying attention to them. She couldn’t actually believe this but she
had run into some kitty from the last time they came to Florida. “You were in the sandcastle contest!” Smokey meowed excitedly.
Oh M cod...guys...a sand castle contest wood bee like de WAY kewlest...fotoz on thiz one pleez...for sure......hope sum one sandz a giant mouz !!! ore a fish !! ♥♥
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