Johnny Has Amnesia-Meee-huh???

 

       The gang turned to come face to face with Hank, who out of nowhere managed to come down by the gang.  Fuzzy, Mike and Tigger’s mouths dropped when they saw the lynx sprawled out on Hank’s back.  “Holy meows!”  Fuzzy yowled.  “Is Johnny dead?”

          Hank looked confused.  “Johnny?  Is that the lynx?”

          “Of course, that’s the lynx!”  yowled an indignant Fuzzy.  “Is he dead?”

          Hank sat down.  “He’s okay.  He ran into a tree and knocked himself out.  He’ll be okay.”  The lynx slid off his back.  Fuzzy saw that he was sleeping soundly to the point that he was even snoring.  The kitties stood over him watching his doze for a couple of minutes but all of a sudden his eyes popped open and he jerked up like he was startled by something.  He eyed all of the kitties like he they were some kind of monster.  “What’s going on?”  he asked.

          “You conked yourself on the head dude,” Fuzzy answered.  “You ran away from us.  Are you okay?”

          Johnny looked at the cats, completely confused.  “I don’t remember you cats.”