Sniff On The Run

 

          Everybody looked at Tippy with tails raised and whiskers twitching.  What in the meow was this about?  Smelling something funny?  “What do you mean by funny?”  asked Fuzzy.

          Tippy’s nose seemed like it was in overdrive.  “It’s weird,” he answered, starting to paw through the herbs.  “It’s like lemon and catnip.”

          Fuzzy felt herself purring at this!  Lemon catnip sounded great.  “Well, c’mon pal, lead away,” she ordered following, along with the other kitties who just followed for the sake of they had no meowing idea what to do anyway.  In the meantime Paws, Toni and Frankie never came back, you had to wonder if they were drinking the whole stream but meeee-ever…

          Tippy was pawing faster and Fuzzy, Sammie, Tigger and Mike had to literally run to keep up to him.  Eventually it was Sammie who asked the inevitable, “How come we can’t smell anything?”

          That never occurred to Fuzzy who, you have to admit had her brain in a permanent state of Fuzz since this whole adventure started.  Do you really blame her?  Meee-ow from walruses, to islands of the dead, to sick hippos, to medicine searching-meee-ow this wasn’t fun for Fuzzy, who lived to have a good time.  “How in the meow do I know?”  she asked, annoyed.  Then the next thing you know, she ran into Tippy’s butt which caused the rest of the gang to run into her with the domino effect.  “What in the meow did you stop for?”

          Tippy’s eyes were big and his tail was twitching.  “Look,” he meowed.

          Fuzzy looked and couldn’t believe what was sleeping in all of those herbs!