(Note: We kitties were in Punxsutawney yesterday!!! That's why we've been silent for a couple of days)
Sammy looked astonished. “Everybody’s heard about Hank and how he
hangs out with the other cats,” he answered.
The kitties looked at each other with whiskers
twitching. How well-know was Hank
anyway? I guess that’s another topic for
another day.
Sammy was really looking worried. “Are you cats going to help?”
The kitties stared at each other with
tails swishing. This was of course, a
meowy interesting situation. They never
went to South America before and the whole thing sounded purry
interesting. However, Toni meowed it
first:
“Are you sure this is for real?” she asked with big eyes, looking very
chub-like. She gave Sammy a look. “This could be some kind of sick set-up.”
Fuzzy looked at Sammy who looked
amazingly worried. “Are you sure you’re
not getting a little too excited?” she asked.
“He seems like a really nice, little fella,”
Paws answered.
“Well, I don’t trust him,” Toni
meowed. “Does he think we’re really
stupid? What jaguar did would have an
anteater as a best friend?”
“Me!”
Sammy yowled, indignantly. He was
really getting tired of being trashed by Toni.
He was giving her an evil eye. “Why
are you being so mean to me?”
“Bepaws this whole thing is just
weird!” Toni meowed loudly. “Your entire story’s weird and you keep
giving weird answers about Hank.”
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