Friday, December 2, 2016

Hank the Planner

Everyone just stared at fuzzy with whiskers twitching.  Finally the Mayor asked, "How youz knowz aboutz Santa? You iz justz a kitten."

That's when all of the kittens just glared at the Mayor.  "We allz knowz aboutz Santa!" yowled Paws, the biggest kitten who was a handsome fella with nice, silky black fur and even white paws.

Whiskers twitched at the yowling of the little kitten.  Finally, Fuzzy meowed out, "What are all of you cats staring at? We gotta save Santa."

Casey looked at Hank.  "Do you have any ideas?"

Hank's face starting twitching.  Casey noticed that when he was deep in thought.  It was the human equivalent of someone scratching his nose.  "She's right," Hank said.  "We gotta think of something."

Casey slammed his paw to his head.  "That's what I meowed you dope."

"Well, we gotta go up there," Hank said, "and we gotta go  right now!"

1 comment:

  1. hank....ewe better get a coat furst dood....itz like sub zee roe up at de poll ya noe ! ♥♥♥