To Leave or Not To Leave

 

          Everyone stared at the Fuzz, impressed with her twitching whiskers and the tail swishing back and forth.  “Well,” Fuzzy answered, “where are we?”  She was growling by this point.  Who would’ve ever thought that that the Fuzz could growl?

          Mike twitched his whiskers.  “I’m not sure but it’s not Ireland.”

          Tigger was even starting to look nervous.  “This isn’t Ireland.”

          Fuzzy thought that she was going to go nuts.  “Again- WHERE IN THE MEOW ARE WE?”

          “We don’t know,” Mike answered, “but this is really crazy.  It’s really weird here.”

          “I’m getting a meowy strange feeling too,” Tigger answered.

          Fuzzy looked at the other kitties trying to figure out if they had this apparent ‘strange’ feeling.  Toni shrugged and the boys, well who in the meow knows where who knows who they were?  Fuzzy didn’t get it but she did relax some.  “Okay, so what now?”

          “I think we gotta wake the hippo and get back to the sea,” Tigger answered.  “I’m getting a whisker sensation about this place.”

          Fuzzy never heard of a whisker sensation but meeee-ow.  “We’re never going to wake-up Hank.”

          That’s when Paws came charging from the woods.  “Meeee-ow!!!  You kitties need to see this!”