Swamp Pawing

 

          Fuzzy had been on the human’s lap enough to appreciate the creepiness of swamps.  The dark, mysterious water, the trees and the way the moon shone down on the water.  To top it all off you had silence…

          Complete silence.

          What in the meow was going on???

          Fuzzy let out a huge rowl calling all kitties and Hank about 5 times.  She waited for the rush of paws and the bellowing of Hank but there was nothing but silence.  Creepy silence.

          Fuzzy’s mind raced, trying to figure out her next move.  If you think about it, she was shellshocked.  She had been cat-napped by the owl, ended up in a cemetery, haunted house and now a swamp and who in the meow knows what was out there.

          “Hell-ooooooooooo!”  she yowled.  “Is there anybody out there?”

          Silence.

          Fuzzy took a deep breath and with her whiskers twitching she started pawing towards the west.  The silence was deafening but she tried to keep her brain focused while pawing around.  She felt a small breeze but it was nothing to make her freak out but-

          Then she heard a howl from the north!