Annoying Harry

 

 

All eyes were on Harry.  Whiskers were twitching and Frankie even looked interested.  As a meow of fact, little Hank looked like he was ready to snort.  This was going to be meowy.  What in the meow was he going to say?

Harry had this really weird look on his face.  As a meow of fact, he looked sort of smug.  “You have to stay here,” he answered.

It took a couple of seconds for that to sink in but the collective yowl that followed was not just creepy- it was LOUD.  It was such a collective shriek that all of the hippos in the area stomped out to take a look.  The meows were actually predictable…

“I don’t wanna stay here!”  Toni yowled.

“I’m hungry and wanna go home!”  Paws meowed.

“I’m homesick!” yowled Sammie.

“I’m tired of being here!”  yowled Tippy.

Tigger and Mike were literally doing that growling, snarl cats make when they want to fight.  In the meantime, Fuzzy was so ticked-off that she wanted to scratch Harry’s face off.  “Who in the meow do you think you are?”  she asked.  “You’re no meowing king!”