The gang was confused, bewildered and
downright whisker-twitchy. What in the
meow did the little dude want? Like any
smart group of kitties they were extremely wary of the baby giraffe considering
that moms were known for those amazing kicks.
Anyway, they were pleasantly surprised bepaws…
“What are you kitties doing here?” he asked in a really friendly way.
“We’re just passing through,” Fuzzy
meowed lamely, watching the kid’s mom walk up to them. Meee-wow she was big!
“Is that Frankie?” he asked looking
past Fuzzy to a stretched-out Frankie, who was watching the whole seen with
amusement. “Frankie!!!”
“Hey little Dougie!” Frankie said getting up. “How are ya Miss Greta?” he asked looking up at Dougie’s mom who was
just standing there eyeing up the situation with amusement.
“It’s nice to see you, Frankie?” Greta asked.
“It’s been a long time.”
“Little Dougie’s getting big!” he commented.
“He’s almost 2,” Greta answered
proudly. “Come back next month for his
birthday.”
Fuzzy was eyeing all of this with
disbelief. “Do you know everybody?” she
asked Frankie.
Frankie chuckled. “You could say that.”
Dougie was eyeing the rest of the
kitties with interest. Poor Tigger and
Mike looked like they were frozen with shock.
“Are you kitties staying for a visit?”
he asked.
“No,” Greta said, “they are probably
looking an herb to help one of their pals!”
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