Beached Hank

          Fish Island! The paradise of kitties with plenty of fish and tons of catnip!  Smokey’s whiskers twitched and she kind of had to shake her fur making sure that she wasn’t dreaming.  After all, in her deep nap she did have that image of a very crotchety, claws-out Fish Island.  Pawing right along…

          The words Fish Island seemed to give Hank a push bepaws the next thing you know he beached himself on the island.

          “This is incredible,” he said.  “I didn’t think we were close to here at all.  Hey- where did everybody go?”

          Barney and Baby were still there but the other kitties headed for the bushes.  You can’t really blame them.  After all, not too many kitties ever run into a hippo!

          Barney was shocked by the whole thing.  “Davey, Sam and Nicky!  Come on out!  Come on!  It’ll be okay.”

          Nothing.  The dudes seemed like they disappeared.  Smokey and Casey jumped off of Hank and looked around, amazed, where in the meow did the cats go?