The Santa Hat Mystery

 

     Mike was staring at Tigger too.  “How in the meow is that paws-ible?  Why would anyone want to steal Santa’s hat?”

          “How do you know this anyway?”  Fuzzy asked Tigger.

          “I heard about it a couple of months ago before we met you cats and Hank,” he said.  “Some dude told me about it at home.”

          “Who?”  asked Mike. 

          “Remember Ronnie?”  he asked.

          Fuzzy watched Mike’s whiskers twitch in thought.  “Wait a minute!”  he meowed suddenly.  “Are you meowing about that seal?”

          “Yeah,” Tigger answered.  “He was from the North Pole, remember?”

          Mike nodded.  “I don’t remember him ever telling me about this,” he answered.

          Tigger gave a casual twitch of the whiskers.  “Meee-ow I don’t know why he didn’t say it to you.”

          Fuzzy was getting really steamed by this point.  “Why did he do it?”  she asked.

          “My buddy said that no one knew but Santa’s hat, has been gone for… meee-hmmm.  When did we see Ronnie?”  Tigger asked Mike.  “May?”

          “That sounds right,” Mike answered.

          “How did he know that a lynx did it?”  Fuzzy asked. 

          “He was seen taking it,” Tigger answered.  “This isn’t good and meee-ow it seems like that Santa might not be able to deliver his gifts!”