What's Down That Hill?

         Meeeee-ow Sammie???  Not a chance.

          But here came a black and white cat pawing up the hill…slowly, leaves scrunching- Fuzzy thought he had a glow but it didn’t matter.  All of the kitties were on Hank’s back in total fear.  If you remember correctly, poor Sammie was killed by a fox earlier in the year.  So, needless to meow these kitties were somewhat on the nervous side.

          Hank was getting really ticked off.  “Get-off me!!!”  he yowled.

          “But- but Sammie-” yowled Tippy, who was extremely nervous.  “Run away dude!!!”

          Hank surprisingly was watching this whole thing, fascinated.  “Sammie!  Is that you dude???”

          The figure came up on the road and the kitties let out a collective yowl but guess what??
          It was only Paws.

          Go meowing figure.

          As the kitties jumped down from Hank’s back, Tippy was fuming.  “What in the meow is the matter with you?”  he asked. 

          Paws looked weird.  He was shaking, tail twitching, whiskers spinning and his fur was even missing.  Suddenly, he started chasing his tail then he just collapsed, shaking and rowling.

          Toni was yowling.  “He’s possessed!!!  He’s possessed!!!”