What's With the Lynx?

 

    The lynx looked at Fuzzy with huge eyes and Fuzzy swore that he looked like he was ready to cry.  Immediately, she felt badly about her tone.  “Dude!”  she meowed.  “I’m sorry, I was just surprised!  What are you doing here?”

          The lynx tilted his head and looked at her strangely.  Fuzzy didn’t get it.  What in the meow was up with this?  Why wasn’t he answering?  That’s when a familiar voice meowed, “He can’t understand your meow dialect pal!”

          Fuzzy turned around and saw Mike and Tigger pawing towards her.  They looked paws-itively pleased with themselves.  “What’s pawin’ guys?”  she asked.  “How do you know?”