Now, Fuzzy wasn’t expecting that. “Meee-huh???”
she asked.
“We want to get off the island,” the gold and white cat
meowed.
Toni wasn’t beating around the bush. “Why?”
she asked.
“We’re bored,” the gold kitty meowed. “We want to get out of here.”
Fuzzy looked at her siblings and everybody just twitched
their whiskers and swished their tails.
They had no problem with this but there was a question of waking up Hank
who was snoring at this point and getting louder…
…and louder…
….AND LOUDER…
Before Fuzzy could tell them that it wasn’t a problem the
yellow cat let out this bloodcurdling screech that made all of their fur stand
on edge!
Whoa! Screetching cats are always a worry!
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