So, the kitties were in Ireland- or
were they? Fuzzy wasn’t quite sure and
even after a couple of minutes Tigger and Mike seemed a little confused.
“This isn’t Ireland,” Mike meowed to
Tigger, looking worried. As a meow of
fact his whiskers were twitching in a really crooked direction.
“You sure?” Tigger asked, looking around. “That castle looks Irish.”
“How can a castle look Irish?” Toni asked innocently. However, it was a purr-fectly reasonable
question. The kitty was, of course, just
a little chub.
Mike and Tigger weren’t paying
attention to her. They were in a deep
argument about their location. It was getting
on Fuzzy’s meowing nerves. “Would you
two stop it!!!” she yowled. “You’re giving me a headache and a paw-ache.” She was watching Sammie, Paws and Tippy out
of the corner of her eye as they innocently sniffed and pawed around. Phew, no trouble yet and she gave her full
attention to Mike and Tigger. “If we’re
not in Ireland,” she meowed, “then where are we?”
“Maybe you should wake up that hippo
and ask,” Mike meowed with disgust. “He’s
the one that bought us here.”
Fuzzy’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t mess with Hank,” she meowed. ‘If he’s sleepy- he’s going to sleep. Again- WHERE DO YOU THINK WE ARE?”
Mike was shocked at Fuzzy’s tone and
so were the other kitties. All eyes were
on her as she swished her tail in disgust.
“Well,” she meowed, “I’m waiting.”
Yeah, where are they already?
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