Everyone just stared at Fuzzy like she asked for the secrets of the world.
She didn’t get it! What was the problem? It was a very rational question. Where in the meow would Smokey be going? Who in the meow could Smokey know in New York? Then again, where in the meow has Smokey been all of this time?
Questions, questions, questions.
Barney was getting a whisker-ache. He really wished that the Trouties were here for sanity and he had a pang for his pal, Casey. Could he paws-ibly still be alive too? After all, Casey and Joey the cat weren’t really declared dead, just missing. What if they-
Barney shook it off. He couldn’t think about that now. His brain already felt like it was going to explode. “Okay,” he meowed to the horse, “what direction did she go in when she left the carriage?”