The Vulture Dude

 

 

          Meee-ow what a vulture- he was black with a white head and meeee-wow was he spooky looking.  Fuzzy found all of the kitties pushing up against her as if they could disappear.  “Get off my back!”  she yowled.  “And get off my meowing tail.”

          They didn’t listen and Fuzzy started doing major squirming.  Meee-wow was this burd creepy looking.  What in the meow did he want?  In the meantime, Frankie didn’t seem that concerned.

          “What’s up, Izzy?”  he asked.  “Haven’t seen you in a long time.”

          Izzy??  Izzy for a vulture?  Who was he kidding?  And what’s up with this dude- he really did know everybody.

          Izzy looked at the group, unimpressed.  “What are you doing here?”  he asked.

          “Isn’t Izzy supposed to be a girl’s name?”  asked Toni, being a smart-aleck ‘chub.’

          “Shut your bloody mouth,” Mike meowed.  “You wanna make him mad?”

          Izzy wasn’t paying attention to the kitties though.  To this ‘burd,’ it seems like they were invisible.  “Dude, you shouldn’t be here,” he said.  “You should know better than that.”

          Fuzzy’s whiskers popped out.  What did that mean?  Well, she didn’t have to wait that long, Frankie asked something odd…

          “Is he still mad?”