Fuzzed-Off Fuzzy

 

 

All eyes went to Tippy.  This was going to be meowy interesting.  How in the meow did Tippy know what was going on?  But there he was looking wise and all-powerful.  “Well,” Fuzzy asked, “what in the meow do you know?”

“It was the herb,” he replied, looking proud of himself.

“No meowing kidding!!!”  Toni yowled.  “But why did the herb do it?”

Tippy wasn’t rattled at all.  “The herb had to get the sickness out of him and he had to start over, right?”  he asked looking at Harry.

Harry, surprisingly, nodded.  “You got it.”

Now, Fuzzy was fuzzed-off.  “What in the MEOW ARE YOU SAYING?” she asked.  “I thought you said you didn’t know.”

“I lied,” Harry said.

All of the kitties, consecutively (except for Fuzzy), fell on their butts.  “Harry, you’re a goof,” she meowed.  “You also like to screw with our whiskers.”

All of this bickering had a small Hank out in the cold and we were getting tired of it but after awhile he roared, “WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW???”