Fuzzy Meet the Lynx

 

          When we last left Fuzzy, she was sitting next to a Canadian Lynx!  How in the meow was that pawsible?  Who in the meow knows?  Needless to say, it scared the fur off of Fuzzy bepaws- well who in the meow thought she would run into a lynx especially in a neighborhood in western Pennsylvania?  But I digress…

          The lynx in question was remarkably handsome with shiny fur that looked remarkably heavy as if he was expecting a snowstorm at any second.  This wasn’t an old lynx either, Fuzzy figured he might be around two or three, but it didn’t matter bepaws a bigger question lingered:

          What in the meow was he doing here?

          Fuzzy and the lynx just stared at each other for about 2 minutes, sizing each other up.  It was actually impressive that Fuzzy kept eye contract with him for such a long period of time.  After awhile, she couldn’t help herself and just flat-out asked the paw-vious question:

          “What in the meow are you doing here?”