Sammy's Dad Says...

 

Surprisingly, his dad wasn’t ticked-off, he was amused and if you think about it- that would be kind of funny, if you were a jaguar- being told off by Toni-Chub!  “Mr. Spots,” he roared with enthusiastic big cat laughter.  “That’s good,” he added.  Suddenly, he turned to look at Hank.  “Hey, is that Hank the hippo?  How did you find him?”

Fuzzy was startled.  Sammy’s dad knew Hank?  How in the hell was that paws-ible?  Well, never mind about that, they can figure that out later.  “Hank’s having one of his naps,” Fuzzy meowed to Sammy’s dad.  “We came from Pennsylvania after all.”

“That’s where the Steelers are from, right?”  he asked. 

Fuzzy was impressed with Sammy’s dad.  Toni, in shock, said, “Are you really a Steeler fan??”  she asked Sammy’s dad.  “That’s really pawsome.”

“Love Big Ben,” he growled out.

“Dad!”  Sammy wailed.  “Don’t talk about football!  You have to help me find mom!”

Sammy’s dad got a really sad look on his face.  “Aw kid,” he said.  “I don’t think you’re going to find your mom.”

Fuzzy and Toni’s whiskers were up with interest.  “Why?”  Sammy asked.

Sammy’s dad was just shaking his head.  “I think your poor mom might be dead, kid.”