And They're Off!

          Hank let out such a weird groan that it made the gang give him the eye all at once.  Meows can’t describe the noise except that it was meowy creepy.  “What in the meow was that?”  asked Barney.

          “Huh?”  asked a bewildered Hank.

          “That noise- the noise- you never made that noise before,” Barney answered.

          Hank gave him a look like he was stoned.  “What’s the matter with you?  Are you high on nip?”

          “Uh MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OW!!!!”  Paws yowled.  “Can we save this for later- what about Toni?”

          “I’m not going over there,” Sammie announced, “not a chance.”

          “Well, you’re gonna have to,” Hank replied.  “We should’ve been off this island a couple of days ago.”

          The gang was doing the unison whisker twitching which was kind of creepy but meee-ow no one wanted to head over to another weird island, especially Paws and Sammie.  However, Hank wasn’t messing around.  He did one of his famous belly flops in the water, soaking everyone in the process.  “Climb on,” he ordered to the gang.

          “I can’t believe you got us wet,” yowled an indignant Fuzzy.

          “We’re not going anywhere,” Barney announced, annoyed with bossy Hank.

          Hank’s eyes shot up to the sky.  “Well, you cats better be careful.  There’s a Golden Eagle flying around.”

          A quick look by some caused all to jump on Hank’s back.  The others didn’t bother to look- why?  Well, the word ‘eagle’ can literally give a kitty nightmares.

          Now, it’s off to big cat land!