Fuzzy really wasn’t sure how to get
into this! She was actually too scared
to even meow about it! It was a really
scary time when Smokey and that other cat disappeared. To be purr-fectly honest, she wasn’t even
sure how she made it out!
Baby was getting really
impatient! She was right in Fuzzy’s face
now-whisker to whisker. “What happened
to Smokey?” she yowled again in a really
strange voice that sounded like a cross between a growl and a scream.
Fuzzy gulped. “She’s gone,” she meowed. “She’s dead- her and another cat helping me
look for my mom.”
Baby and Daisy couldn’t believe
it! Do you really blame them? How in the meow could they have predicted
this? As a matter of fact, Baby couldn’t
stop thinking about the special treats that she picked up for Smokey in the
deep south.
Fuzzy felt bad about them being so
stunned/sad. “Me sorry,” she meowed.
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