Monday, June 27, 2016

A Fuzzy Protest

“Well, who iz you?”  asked Daisy.

          Baby looked at Fuzzy kind of strangely.  She had one of those ‘I should know this kitten but I’m not sure how.’  So she meowed, “Where did you come from?”

          Fuzzy just stared at them with huge eyes.  She couldn’t believe that she kept running into these strange kitties!  It was making her nervous bepaws it was making her think about what happened to Smokey!  She couldn’t think about it- there’s no way.  It was way to terrible!  There was no way she was going to put up with a bunch of questions!  So, Fuzzy did the best thing she could think of…

          She jumped out of the convertible.

          But guess what?  She didn’t get that far.  From all of the blubber Baby was one fast cat.  She grabbed Fuzzy purr-ty quickly.  “Where you going?”  she meowed.

          Fuzzy wasn’t going to take this! She started clawing and pawin’!

1 comment:

  1. eye them.... yur.... eye.... dee...

    hurry ~~~~~~~ ♥♥♥☺☺☺