Goofy Vulture

 

          The vulture stared at them in complete disgust.  At least that what it seemed like to Fuzzy.  Let me meow it to you this way, the dude looked ticked-off.  He bent that scrawny neck down for a better view.  “What’s going on?”  he asked.

          Meee-ow the dude’s voice was scratchy and he smelled weird too, like blood.  Meeee-yuck.  “We’re trying to get home,” Paws announced trying to act tough.

          The neck went back up.  The funny thing was that he looked really amused.  “You’re a little far from home,” he said.

          “No kidding,” Fuzzy replied, feeling a little fuzzed-off.

          The vulture stared at Frankie.  “What are you doing here, Frankie?”  he asked.

          Frankie???  Frankie???  How in the meow did the vulture know Frankie?  Anyway, Frankie didn’t seem so scared anymore.  “What’s going on, Jake?”  he asked.  “I didn’t realize that was you.”

          “I thought you said you hated vultures,” Tippy meowed.

          That’s when the vulture looked back down at the guys and said, “Don’t I know you cats from somewhere?”

 

(Okay pals, Mom is going on a little break.  She’ll be back on Tuesday.  She’s headed to the beach to see wild ponies and will share pics next week!)

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