Beached!!!

          Guess what????

          Hank didn’t move. 

          Fuzzy couldn’t believe it.  How in the meow could a hippo not wake-up with a claw in his butt?  The other kitties were shocked as well, considering Hank started snoring harder.  “Meee-ow!”  Toni yowled.  “He sounds like a meowing truck!”

          “Go over and try the walrus,” Paws directed pointing at the dude, who stretched out, completely relaxed on an enormous rock.

          Fuzzy did, expecting results but meee-ow the walrus didn’t move either.  Holy meows these dudes could sleep for how long- sheeez who in the meow knew?  “Does anyone know how long a walrus will sleep?”  she asked, looking at the gang in utter confusion.

          Her siblings had no idea and, as a meow of fact, Toni had a great question.  “Any of you kitties know how long Hank has ever slept for?”

          Now that was a meowy good question.  Any of you kitties remember how long Hank ever slept for?  (If you do, leave a comment below.)  None of the kitties wanted to even speculate on this considering the gang was rather little and not involved in Hank’s adventures that much. Anyway, one thing has been established.

          The kitties were on a strange beach and it didn’t look like their mode of transportation was going to wake-up anytime soon.  The question was- what in the meow were they going to do to amuse themselves now?