Mystery Cats

 

 

          “Huh? Who?  What was that???”  Hank asked.  His eyes were as wide as saucers and he was sweating.  He stared at the yellow cat, who looked amazingly pleased with herself.  “Who are you?”  he asked.  “You have a big mouth!”

          The yellow cat started purring which indicated to Fuzzy that he had done this before.  “Thanks,” the yellow cat meowed.  “Now can you take us off the island?”

          Hank looked around, confused.  “What happened to the walrus?”  he asked Fuzzy.

          “Who in the meow knows,” Fuzzy answered.  “Maybe he got bored.  You ready to get us out of here?”

          Hank still looked really confused.  “Who are you two?”  he asked the gray and yellow cats

          “I’m Tigger,” the yellow cat answered, “and he’s Mike.  Please Mr. Hippo you have to get us off this island.”

          “You mean country,” Toni answered a little sassily.  She didn’t get these boys bepaws they seemed really desperate.

          “Whatever kid,” Mike answered.  “We need to get out of here.”

          “What is the problem anyway?”  Fuzzy asked.  “What’s with the mystery?”

          Mike and Tigger looked at each other, not quite sure what to meow.