Here's Johnny!

 

     “We’ve chilled with these cats before,” Tigger answered, looking pleased with himself with Mike nodding in agreement.

          Fuzzy didn’t get it, the gang ran into other Canadian Lynx in the past- there was never any problem with them before?  She shook out her fur.  This whole thing was just getting weirder and weirder.

          After about a minute the lynx’s grumbled and made a growling sound, then he finally got it out.  “I’m lost,” he said. 

          Now, Fuzzy was really confused.  “I thought you said he couldn’t understand the dialect,” she said to Tigger.
          Both of the kitties shrugged.  “Give us a break,” answered Tigger.  “It’s happened to us before.  We ran into a lynx before who had no idea what our meows meant.”

          Fuzzy’s whiskers were twitching at this point.  This sounded like a meowy interesting story considering the boys were from Wales but there was no time for questions now.  She looked at the lynx.  “What’s your name, pal?”  she asked.

          “Johnny,” he answered.

          Johnny?  Well, that was a purr-ty interesting name for a Canadian Lynx.  “How in the meow did you end up here?”  Fuzzy asked.