Strange Island

 

        Well, Fuzzy didn’t have that long to worry about it.  The walrus did some kind of strange leap and made a perfect landing on a grassy area???  Meee-huh?  Grassy?  Fuzzy could’ve sworn they were going north.

          “I thought we were going north,” Fuzzy meowed with a twitch of her whiskers and looking around.  “It’s meowy warm here.”

           The other kitties were confused, dazed and looked like they were in a haze.   Tigger and Mike just looked bewilderedly bewildered.  Fuzzy’s whiskers couldn’t stop twitching, “Meee-ow Mr. Walrus,” she yowled turning around but she stopped bepaws…      

          He was gone.

          The walrus was gone.  What in the meow was going on here?  Hank was supposedly sick and this walrus just dumps them off?  This was getting meowy weird.  Now, what do they do?

          “What’s gong on, Fuzzy?”  asked Toni.  Her eyes were big and she looked meowy nervous.

          Fuzzy had no meowing idea but she didn’t have time to think bepaws the ground started shaking!