“Fuzzy,” the kitten meowed.
Fuzzy? Meeee-huh? She wasn’t kidding though. The kitten was nothing but a bundle of orange and black fur, with a round belly and stubby legs. She was adorable as all meow and even Smokey felt like giving her a pat but Smokey was still in a huff about being tossed out on the road.
“What do you want Fuzzy?” Smokey asked. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”
“I need help finding my mommy,” Fuzzy meowed looking really indignant at the Smoke. The kitten really wasn’t too sure what to think about Smokey and, yeah it had to do with the three legs. That always through everybody off.
Smokey’s anger was disappearing, even though the kitten was giving her suspicious looks. It was paw-mazing how suspicious cute kitty could look. “Who’s your Mommy?”
“Blackie,” Fuzzy answered.
Smokey was stunned. Blackie? It couldn’t be. “You mean Blackie with the fluffy tail?”
Fuzzy nodded. “Do you know her?”