Jogging Hank

 

          There was a lot of yowling squirming and tail pulling, eventually Frankie had to lower his back and Hank slid off.  He seemed quite pleased with himself as he lumbered besides Frankie.  Fuzzy looked down at Hank and meowed, “Are you sure you can keep up?”

          “Don’t you worry your whiskers about it,” Hank answered. 

          When Hank said that Frankie, for some reason, started running and surprisingly Hank kept up with him.  Don’t get this wrong- it wasn’t a full-fledged zebra run but one of those steady jogs. Hank, surprisingly with his little legs, kept up quite nicely and timed his stop with Frankie.  He was impressed.

          “You’re something else little dude,” he said.

          “Don’t call me little dude!!!”  Hank roared.  Well, it was kind of a roar, he had his mouth open for emphasis trying to look dangerous.  It was actually kind of funny.

          They preceded along and the kitties started relaxing as a meow of fact some fell asleep.  Then Toni meowed,  “What’s dat in the sky????”