The Island of WHAT???

 

          Oh meeee-ow this should be good.  They followed Paws for the simple reason that, well, why in the meow not?  There was nothing to lose.  Fuzzy just hoped that they didn’t run into some creepy monster or something-meeee-ow but who had time to meow?  Paws was pawing at record speed and they suddenly came to a stop by a pond.

          And there were kitties.  Kitties were everywhere but they were weird kitties who didn’t look quite right.  They moved with ease through the forest and seemed to be glowing.  “Meeeeee-ow no!”  Tigger yowled. 

          Toni, who was sniffing at some flowers next to Tippy looked up.  “What is it?”  she asked, taking charge bepaws Fuzzy was trying to figure out what in the meow was going on.  The whole thing was just weird. 

          “We’re on the island of the dead cat!”  yowled Mike who was now halfway away from the gang.  “We need to get the meow out of here.”
          Toni had no problem with that and neither did Tippy but Paws and Fuzzy looked mesmorised and as Toni was running away she realized something- where in the meow was Sammie?  She turned back and yowled, “Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmmieeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”