Do You Know Where Your Kitties Are?

          Then there was that other howl.

          “That sounds paw-fully close,” grumbled Paws looking up and seeing the- the- HOLY MEOWS!  A WOLF?  A GREAT BIG GRAY WOLF?  WHERE IN THE MEOW DID HE COME FROM?  The shock didn’t stick around too long bepaws he grabbed Sammie’s left front paw and they booked.

          Booked is a bit of an understatement.

          These boys ran.  We’re meowing full, paw-blazing speed that left their tracks smokin’!  It was hard to tell whether or not the wolf was following bepaws both were intent on literally getting the ‘fuzz’ out of there.

          After what seemed to be a million miles they stopped and took a breath.  “Do you think we lost him?”  Sammie asked, huffing and puffing. 

          Paws didn’t meow a word.  He was looking at where they ended up.  He couldn’t believe it!

          “What’s the matter with you?”  Sammie asked.  “Meow something.”

          He pointed up with his tail and Sammie then understood why  he was struck meow-less.

          They were in the middle of that creepy castle’s courtyard!