Poor Fuzzy hardly had a chance to think bepaws the next
thing the kitties knew, it started getting cloudy and really windy. Toni was starting to get really scared- her
eyes were as big as saucers. Fuzzy’s fur
was sticking up. “What’s going on???” Toni asked, as the wind blew harder.
Fuzzy had no idea but her eyes were on the white cat. The white cat’s appearance was really
weird. Did he just get bigger? Why did the white cat look like he had more
fur. Fuzzy wasn’t sure why she thought
of the cat as a he just then but maybe it was because he looked so powerful
standing there. “What in the meow is
going on??” she yowled.
The wind seemed like it was stronger at this point and the
waves were crashing by this point. “Choose,”
the white cat meowed. “You have to
choose.”
“I can’t choose,” Fuzzy meowed feeling desperate. “I can’t choose.”
“Fuzzy!!!!!” wailed Toni. “You have to wish for Sammie to come back!!!”
Fuzzy thought of her stepdad, Casey. Meee-ow, it would be great to see him again
but Sammie was her brother and meee-ow she missed him! “I can’t choose between Sammie and-”
…and spinning…
….and spinning…
Oh No! Those kind of choices are too tough to make!
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