Meet Charlotte

 

     Now, this Canadian Lynx was purr-fectly surprised to see Fuzzy.   As a meow of fact, he was so shocked that his mouth fell open.  That caused Fuzzy’s knees to start knocking together bepaws, well, she thought that he was ready to eat her.  She wanted to start backing up but her paws seemed frozen to the snow.  Her whiskers were twitching, she was in meowy big touble. 

          But then this Canadian Lynx did an incredible thing- raised her paw and patted Fuzzy on the head.  “You’re a little kitty,” she said wonderingly.

          Fuzzy was meow-less.  I mean what was she going to meow?  Who would’ve guessed this?  Meee-ow it felt really weird to get patted by a lynx though.

          She stepped back and looked at the shocked Fuzzy.  “Don’t be scared,” she said.  “You just reminded me of one of my kitties that died a couple of years ago?”

          Fuzzy was confused.  You mean a Canadian Lynx could be calico?  Meee-ow.  Well, she wasn’t saying that to her though.  “Uh-uh-”

          She sat down.  “What’s your name kitty?”

          “Fuzzy,” she replied.

          “My name’s Charlotte,” she said.  “How did you get all the way out here?”

          “I was riding a seal’s back and he must’ve hit a bump and-” her meow trailed off.

          Charlotte looked up the hill that was behind Fuzzy.  “Is that him up there?”