It's Fuzzy's Birthday!

 

            It’s Fuzzy’s birthday!!!!

          Meeeeeeeeeeee-yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

          She couldn’t believe it!!!  She was seven and she couldn’t believe it!!!  She was still feeling fine and ‘fuzzy.’  Now, what do you suppose this cute, little kitty was doing on her birthday?  Well-

          It was paw-ty time!!! 

          Of course, the kitties were going to throw a paw-ty for Fuzzy and why wouldn’t they?  Fuzzy was not only the cutest of kitties but the ‘fuzziest.’  All of the kitties were there from her mom, Blackie, to her siblings, to the new kitties Eddie and Alex.  To top it all off, another new cat who had been unceremoniously dumped by some kind of sick, abusive human, showed up which genuinely freaked Fuzzy and her siblings out bepaws he looked a lot like their late, great stepdad, Casey minus the white paws.     

          Funny how he turned up on Fuzzy’s birthday, huh?  But I digress…

          Those of you have been around for the ‘fuzziest’ of adventures are probably wondering about Hank the hippo.  Did Hank manage to make it to Fuzzy’s paw-ty?  Of course, he did!  Hank always did have some kind of hidden radar that made sure he showed up for any major occasion.  To top it all off, Hank managed to bring some friends to Fuzzy paw-ty and let’s just say that it looked like it was enough to fit into a major zoo!

          Meeee-WOW!

          So, it’s a day of paw-tying for Fuzzy and the gang and maybe, just maybe it was a time of new adventures!!!

         

The Christmas Paw-ty

 

          You heard that right- polar bears and reindeer.  What in the meow were they doing here?

          The kitties were stunned, meow-less, and a little bit frightened by this.  The reindeer wasn’t a problem- after all we’re meowing about Santa’s close associates here but the polar bears- meeee-yikes.  Finally, the FUZZ stood tall with pointed whiskers and asked coolly.  “What’s pawing guys?”

          That Fuzzy she’s such a cool kitty.  Her stepdad, Casey, would’ve been proud.  Anyway, what was pawing was the beginning of fun.  Who am I meowing kidding?  It was the beginning of the purr-fect crowd of old and new friends that came from everywhere.  The reindeer and the polar bears?  Well, they lived at the North Pole and the next thing you know, the walruses came- meee-ow then came the cats.

          Fuzzy didn’t know how this happened but all kinds of cats popped out of nowhere- there were actually cats there that knew her stepdad, Casey.  Meee-WOW!  How did that happen? 

          It was actually purry cooooool if you think about it.  Fuzzy and the gang had been gone for so long and it was like some kind of miracle that all of their old friends heard that they were back and started showing up on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.  If you wanted the notion of a purr-fect Christmas it was plenty of pals, food, music and lots of purrs.  Meeee-ow Santa delivered for Fuzzy and the crew.

          Meeeeee-ow she was looking forward to next year.  2023 was going to be the purr-fect year for Fuzzy and the gang.  Fuzzy at this point was one big purr and she along with the rest of the Purry Cute gang want to wish you and your family:

          A PURRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

          Meeee-ow how purry is that?

          By the way, Hank slept through the whole paw-ty!!! 

The Surprise Coming Up the Road

 

          Hank didn’t answer.  Why?  Bepaws he fell over on his face and was snoring so loud that it sounded like a train, besides that his snoring made it seem like the earth was shaking.  Thank meowness that only kitties could feel it but I digress.

          At this point, all of the kitties were watching a snoring Hank amazed that how well he literally blended in with the decorations.  Seriously, this was no meowing joke.  Hank the hippo was actually sprawled out on a front yard in between two Christmas hippos snoring and from the way it looked, Fuzzy didn’t think that he’d wake up for awhile.

          Luckily, to humans that passed Hank just looked like another Christmas decoration.  Go meowing figure on that huh? 

          Pawing right along…

          Alex asked the obvious, “Is he gonna stay there all night?”

          Fuzzy looked at Alex with whiskers twitching.  Alex was a nice cat but meee-ow it was scary how he looked like her real dad, the late great Patches.  “I have no meowing idea,” she answered.  “I’m not worrying about it.  There’s too much stuff to meowing do for the Christmas paw-ty.”

          Christmas paw-ty?  That made all the kitties ears pop up, including Eddie’s and Alex’s.  Obviously, these boys never had the purry pleasure of one of the kitty’s paw-ties but they were smart enough to know that a paw-ty meant food.  And meeee-WOW did these two love to eat. 

          “I didn’t know we were having a paw-ty,” Eddie meowed innocently.

          “We always have a paw-ty,” Toni replied.  “It’s tradition,” she looked over at her mom, Blackie.  “Are you going to be around for the paw-ty, Mom?”

          In case you just pawed into this kitty world, Blackie’s the mom of Toni, Tippy, Paws and Fuzzy.  She was never featured on Purry Cute in the past bepaws well, Blackie was kind of one of those private types that didn’t want to be bothered.  However, kitties- like people evolve and Blackie was ready for some adventure and, naturally, a purry Christmas paw-ty.

          “Meeee-ow, you’re meowing right I am,” Blackie answered with the tail swishing.  She looked over at Fuzzy.  “Who’s coming to the paw-ty?”

          “All of the kitties in the neighborhood,” she answered.  “Besides that I sent out some invitations to some other animals we’ve run into.”

          “Meeee-ow, is that how Hank ended up coming back?”  Paws asked.  “How did you track him down?”

          “That was pure luck,” she answered.  “I was surprised to see him too.”

          All of a sudden, there was a large amount of clomping from the road and the gang couldn’t believe it-coming up the road were reindeer and a couple of polar bears. 

          Meeee-what? 

The KITTIES Are Back and Hank Is Too!

 

          Christmas was coming and MEEEEE-OW was Fuzzy excited.  Excited wasn’t the word for it she was downright PURRY.

          As a meow of fact, she was purring 24/7.

          If you thought humans had a lot to do you should take a look at the cat’s Christmas list!  After all Fuzzy had to find gifts for her mom (Blackie), her sister (Toni), her brothers (Tippy and Paws) and the new kitties (Eddie and Alex).  Now, before you get your fur in an uproar, Hank the hippo was on this list too.  The major question about Hank had to be:

          Was he going to pop-up for Christmas?  Well…drumroll…

          Of course, Hank showed up for Christmas!  Why wouldn’t he?  Hank the hippo invented Christmas.  Ha-ha, well not technically but there was no way that Hank was going to miss Christmas.  Besides that Christmas was a great time to reunite the entire gang and the best thing about it was that was it was time for meow-troductions there are two new members of the gang, Eddie and Alex.

So, this whole thing was going to be paws-itively purry!

          How do you supposed to young cats are going to react to a huge, jolly hippo?  Meeee-ow….

          When Hank returned Eddie, who was a mackerel tabby with an adventurous streak headed for the nearest maple tree, MEEEEE-WOW.  Do you really blame the dude?  After all, despite all of the bravado, Eddie was only a year and a half  and didn’t know that much about the world, so Hank was pretty much a culture shock.  As for Alex, who was a large, white cat with spots, who was also about as old as Eddie, literally fainted. 

          Poor Alex, he was somewhat on the hysterical side anyway.

          Now, Hank was somewhat stunned by this.  After all, he was a happy-go-lucky cat and even Blackie, MEEE-OW PALS- Blackie, the mom of Fuzzy, Tippy, Toni and Paws had to step in.  Blackie, a very fluffy, black cat with a no use for hysteria had to paw both of them into shape.  “What’s the matter with you two?”  she asked.  “It’s only Hank.  Hank never hurt anybody.  Come down from the tree, Eddie!”

          It took awhile but Eddie eventually pawed down and he and Alex started following Eddie around in awe.  “How big are you?”  Eddie asked.

          “You look like a freight train,” Alex meowed.
          “When did you ever see a freight train?”  Eddie asked Alex.  “You never leave the kitchen bepaws you’re afraid of missing lunch.”

          Now, that caused Alex to start meowing indignantly and that caused Hank to do his head-lowering and get in your face thing bepaws who wants to hear Alex meow indignantly?  After all the dude was known to get pounding headaches every so often but I digress.  Back to the ‘tail,’ it’s Christmas and it was time to get jolly and Hank was feeling it big time.

          Now, what you have to understand here is that the kitties adored Christmas.  There was everything imaginable at the house to snowmen, to reindeer, seals, moose, cats and hippos!  Meeee-what?  Hippos?  Meeee-ow hippos.  Fuzzy was quite purry about her shiny purple hippos that glowed in the snow.  Hank was extremely fascinated with this too which made Fuzzy a little bit nervous.  Why?

Well, Hank was a big dude- that’s why.  Fuzzy was afraid he’d step on them.

          Hank wasn’t worried about Fuzzy though.  He was feeling too jolly.  “How do they get them to light up?”  he asked.

          Fuzzy gave Hank that tilted head, ‘you gotta be kiddin’ me look.  “Are you meowing serious?”  she asked.  “You don’t know about electricity?”

          Hank gave Fuzzy a funny look.  “You silly kitty,” he answered, “I’m talking about who was the model for the hippo.”

          Ah how Hank’s mind works.  “I have no meowing idea,” she meowed.  “You are a goofy dude.”

          “He’s drunk on the Christmas punch,” Paws announced, coming out of nowhere.  “He stuck his entire face in the bowl.”

          That took a couple of seconds to sink in.  Fuzzy had made an extra large amount of punch for all of the kitties and sprinkled it with catnip.  There was no meowing way that Hank should’ve been drinking it!  She turned back to Hank, “Did you really drink all of the Christmas punch?”

Fuzzy and the Haunted Road

 

     All kitties heard about the haunted road, in paw-ticular the one that was a mile and a half up the road.  There have been stories for years about a hidden haunted house, birds with no heads, no wings and on and on…

          Fuzzy, a calico cat with a friendly personality and a fuzz-able attitude, adored being scared.  She loved the thrill of her fur standing on edge and her tail sticking straight up in the air.  However, she had one problem, not one of her kitty pals wanted to go up there and it explore it with her.

          And during Halloween week, Fuzzy wanted nothing more than to be scared.  Again, she wanted to be scared but her siblings and her mom, Blackie for years meowed, “no meowing way” to any meow-gestion of heading up that road during Halloween week but this year it was going to be different bepaws Fuzzy, finally, had someone to paw with on an adventure on the haunted road.

          Eddie the cat.

          Who is Eddie?  A mackerel tabby that came to live with Fuzzy’s family last year.  Fuzzy had a big family, you see, made up of her mom (Blackie), her sister (Toni) and her brothers (Paws and Tippy).  There was also another new cat in the family named Alex, but he was a little high-strung and ran away at the meow-gestion of taking a trip down a haunted road.

          However, Eddie loved the idea.  Eddie was on the hyper side and had no problem going on adventures.  Eddie was one friendly kitty, and he was always looking to make a new pal.  Fuzzy didn’t have to ask Eddie twice if he wanted to check out a haunted road.

          So, the kitties started out and other cats in the neighborhood were curious about where they were headed.  “Where are you two going?”  asked a gold and white cat named Cam, who was about a mile and a half from the road sitting on a boulder.  “You two look like you’re in a hurry.”

          “We’re checking out the haunted road,” Fuzzy answered.  “Do you want to go with us?”

          Now Cam was a large cat, who looked really tough.  He didn’t look like the type of cat that would spook easily but his eyes got huge.  Fuzzy was startled and Eddie was even shocked.  How could a big cat like Cam look so spooked?  “What are you looking like that for?”  asked Eddie.

          “Don’t you two know what happens to any cat who goes there?”  he asked.

          Naturally, Fuzzy heard the stories and Eddie heard some but she didn’t think what she meowed to him sunk in.  Cam, stretched out more on the boulder, pleased with himself for getting their attention.  “Any cat that walks down it disappears.”

          “Where do they go?”  asked an innocent Eddie, fascinated by Cam’s deep meowing and smug whisker twitching.

          “No cat knows,” Cam answers.  “Then there’s the birds with no heads.”

          Fuzzy couldn’t help it.  She gave a laugh/purr.  “I don’t believe it.”

          “Don’t doubt the power of the haunted road,” Cam warned.

          “C’mon Eddie, let’s get pawing.  We’re almost there,” Fuzzy meowed, pawing on in a business-like way. 

          Eddie pawed on agreeably but let’s note Eddie was also a polite kitty, he turned around to give a meow with you later to Cam but guess what?  He was gone!

          Meeee-huh????

          Fuzzy noticed that Eddie stopped.  “What’s going on?”  she meowed.

          “Cam’s gone!”  Eddie yowled.  “Where did he go?”

          Fuzzy felt a couple pieces of her fur stand up on edge but she had to stay purr-fectly calm.  “Don’t worry about it,” she meowed.  “He probably just went home.”

          Unbelievably, Eddie looked majorly spooked.  “What if he was a ghost?”  he asked.

          Fuzzy wondered about that too but she couldn’t let Eddie know that she was so spooked bepaws she needed him on her trip down the haunted road.  “C’mon, pal, you’re not afraid, are you?” 

          Eddie’s whiskers twitched.  “I’m not afraid of anything,” he meowed proudly and with that he turned back to Fuzzy, and they continued pawing towards the haunted road. 

          Now, I’m sure you have one important question.  How in the meow were these kitties supposed to find the haunted road?  How would they know they were on the right road and not some dirt path.  Well, the key was to find a dead maple tree that looked like it was tilting to one side.  Also, there was rumors that right in the middle there was a large, red circle that looked like blood.  Fuzzy saw it right away, stopping she meowed out to Eddie, “There it is!”

          The tree was indeed spooky looking.  It actually looked like it was shining under the moonlight.  Fuzzy was amazed too and how dark it got.  “Meeee-ow!”  she yowled to Eddie.  “Are you ready?”

          Eddie didn’t have to be asked twice.  He ran towards it and Fuzzy followed, feeling that tinge of excitement in her tail.  This was going go be a pawsome adventure.

          “Eddie, don’t go to far ahead of me!”  Fuzzy meowed. 

          “What’s the matter, Fuzzy?  Are you scared?”  I didn’t think you could be scared!”

          The second Eddie gave that smug meow there was a strange howl in the east.  Now, that made him stop.  “What in the meow was that?”  he asked.

          Fuzzy pawed up to Eddie looking in every direction.  “I’m not sure,” she meowed.  “Maybe it’s one of those coyotes that the human always talks about.”

          Eddie stared at Fuzzy with big eyes and Fuzzy could tell that his whiskers were twitching rapidly.  Fuzzy thought that he was going to take off but surprisingly, he continued down the road.

          Now, if you’re wondering about the road, let’s note it was all dirt with a sandy feel.  It was wide enough that a car could go down it, but humans didn’t know about this haunted road.  It was just one of those things that cats knew about.  Humans couldn’t handle it anyway, all of you kitties know how weird they get about haunted stuff.

          Fuzzy loved the feel of the night.  It was a perfect combination of warm and cold.  The moon was full which was purry cool bepaws it was streaming through the trees, giving the road a little bit of glow.  Fuzzy was feeling really proud of herself, there was no way that she was going to be frightened here.  As for Eddie, well Eddie was a hyper kid.  Nothing was really bothering him, so far anyway.

          Then all of a sudden…

          The bare trees started rustling.  That made Eddie stop in his tracks.  What in the meow was up?  Eddie was far ahead of Fuzzy, and she heard him ask, “What is up with this?”

          Fuzzy pawed up to him.  “Are you scared?”

          “I’m not scared,” Eddie answered, but that was weird.”

          The trees started rustling again.  Fuzzy and Eddie watched them go back and forth, back, and forth, then pawed on.  However, they didn’t get far bepaws a huge turkey vulture landed on the old oak tree right in front of them!

          Eddie never saw a turkey vulture before, so he shrunk back.  Fuzzy and seen them a couple of times but they were still she was a little ‘fuzzed out’ by the whole thing.  They were spooky looking birds with that long neck and their ability to lean down and glare at you was legendary among cats.  Fuzzy was officially spooked.

          She was spooked, not frightened.  There is a difference.

          The vulture glared at them and that made Eddie back-up more.  At this point, he was on Fuzzy’s back.  “You two are really stupid,” the vulture said. 

          “Well, your really ugly,” said a spooked Eddie.

          “We’re not scared,” Fuzzy added.

          The vulture looked at Fuzzy and Eddie with amusement.  “Well, have fun kids,” he said, then he flew off right towards the moon.

          Fuzzy and Eddie watched him for a couple of seconds and then moved on.  To tell you the truth, it looked like Eddie was more relaxed.  “Who cares about some vulture?”  Fuzzy said.

          “Yeah,” Eddie answered.  “What does he know?”

          As if on contact, there was another howl.  Meeee-wow it sounded like that was getting closer.  “Are you sure that was a coyote?”  Eddie asked.

          Fuzzy didn’t want to scare Eddie bepaws, well she really didn’t want him to go and be alone.  Sure, Fuzzy was brave but c’mon pals, the kitty wasn’t stupid.  She decided to change the subject, “Look at it this way,” she meowed, “we haven’t seen any bloody birds.”  And BOOM as if it were planned, she ran smack into a tree stump with a great horned owl in front her with blood coming from his left side!  Now that made Fuzzy shrink back and yowl, “EDDIE!!!”

          Eddie wasn’t that far ahead, so he came back immediately.  When he saw the owl, he took off again, this time up a tree and the second he did that an enormous number of bats flew out of it.  It looked like thousands to Fuzzy especially since they were flying towards her head.  Fuzzy broke out into a run down the road, not paying any attention to if Eddie ever came down the tree.

          Note, we’re in freakout mode-not frightened.

          The bats seemed like they wouldn’t leave Fuzzy alone.  They kept making this high-pitched shrieking sound which was driving her crazy.  As shrieking got louder, Fuzzy ran faster and that’s when she saw it.

          The legendary haunted road’s ‘haunted house.’ 

          Holy meows it just popped out of nowhere.  Fuzzy stopped to just stare at it.  It was two stories and it looked like it was made out wood.  It looked like it was tilting to one side.  The bats that were following Fuzzy were flying around it now and where in the meow did this come from? Lightning???  Fuzzy didn’t hear thunder how was there lightning? 
What was weird about the whole thing was that Fuzzy felt like she was being pulled toward it. 

          But Eddie’s yowling broke the spell, “FUZZY!!!!!!!!!  FUZZY!!!!!!!!”

          Fuzzy turned and saw Eddie running towards her and he was being chased by a pack of dogs!  We’re not talking cute dogs either- we’re talking dogs with dark, ripped fur, big teeth and Fuzzy swore she saw red on some of them.  HOW IN THE MEOW COULD DOGS HAVE RED ON THEM?  Was that blood??? 

          Fuzzy wasn’t standing around tot think about it.  She took off in what you could describe as a ‘cheetah-like’ run.  Go Fuzzy go!  Eddie was shrieking like crazy and soon he disappeared, down another path.  Was Fuzzy reaching that ‘frightened’ stage?  Well, she was running to fast.  All of that running seemed like it wasn’t her far bepaws it was getting darker and darker.  More trees seemed to have appeared and the haunted road seemed like it was endless.

          That didn’t stop Fuzzy from running but one surprising thing did- hands.  Human hands were reaching out from the ground, and one got a hold of Fuzzy’s tail.  You see Fuzzy had been running so fast that she didn’t realize she went into a cemetery.  A hand had a hold of Fuzzy’s tail and was pulling at it harder and harder.  What if Fuzzy was yanked into the ground what was going to happen then?

          Then from above there was a shrieking noise! Holy meows it was a hawk!  It grabbed Fuzzy by the back and soared up into the sky.  As many of you know hawks are a cat’s worse nightmare and Fuzzy felt it.  She was at the stage of being a:

          FRIGHTENED FUZZY!
      Even though Fuzzy was flat-out frightened, she didn’t want to die.  There was no way she was going to be eaten by some hawk!  She was squirming and somehow managed to claw that hawk at the bottom and that caused Fuzzy to fall…

          With closed eyes, Fuzzy how far she was falling but she let out a loud shriek and then all of a sudden- BOOM!

          Fuzzy’s eyes opened, and she was on her human’s front porch.  What in the meow just happened?  To top it all off, Eddie was staring at her and with twitching whiskers he asked:

          “You still frightened, Fuzzy?”

 

 

         

         

 

         

Frighten Fuzzy: Fuzzy and the Vulture

 

       There was an interesting rumor going around Fuzzy the cat’s neighborhood that not only had her whiskers twitching but her tail swishing.  Apparently, there were a couple of vultures in town and the interesting thing about it was they weren’t from around here.

          Meeee-what??????????

          To make this clear, Fuzzy lived in the western part of Pennsylvania.  In her area, turkey vultures ruled and other parts of the state were lucky enough to see black vultures.  When they came to town for their yearly visit, they were always coming to the neighborhood because there were a lot of trees and water, courtesy of the neighborhood creek.  She thought they were kind of goofy looking but they didn’t bother her that much.  As a meow of fact, Fuzzy never really worried about vultures.  She figured they got rid of all the dead animals and made the outside a lot cleaner.  They were meowy cool in her book, so hearing a rumor that a different type of vulture was in town got her thinking.

          “What kind is it?”  she asked Toni, her younger sister who looked nothing like Fuzzy (who was calico for reference), she was a short-furred tuxedo cat who was on the plump size.  As a meow of fact, if you looked at Toni, you’d be surprised at how much she literally pawed around.  As a meow of fact, Toni was the nature-patrol cat.  She was always ready to tell the other kitties what new birds were in town and what animals were pawing by.

          “How in the meow do I know?”  she asked, twitching her whiskers.  “I’m no human.”

          Fuzzy rolled her eyes.  Toni was a smart-ass kitty.  “Where did you see him at?”
          “Up on the hill behind the house,” she meowed, “I just saw him a couple of hours ago.”

          “Sounds great,” Fuzzy meowed, “let’s go up and check it out.”

          Toni’s eyes widened and she kind of shrunk back.  “No meowing way.”

          “Why not?”  Fuzzy asked.  The idea of seeing something new was purr-fectly pawsome.  After all, Halloween was coming and there was the idea of trying to FRIGHTEN FUZZY.  Vultures were the purr-fect Halloween animal and Fuzzy wondered if a different type of vulture would give her the creeps.

          Toni’s eyes got to that saucer stage.  “I’m not messing with no vulture,” she meowed.  “What if he’d come after me?”

          Fuzzy’s whiskers twitched.  “Are you meowing serious?”  she asked.  “This dude won’t come after you.  Vultures aren’t like hawks.”

          Toni shuddered.  “Once is enough for me,” she meowed.  Then her ears and tail perked up at the same time.  “Go find Eddie.  He’ll go with you.”

          “I haven’t seen Eddie all afternoon,” she meowed.  “It’s purry- I’ll paw up there on my own.”  And on that note, Fuzzy headed to the back and soon found herself in the backyard.

          It was a purr-fect Halloween type evening.  The ground was damp and covered with leaves, the moon was out and full.  As a meow of fact, the moon was full enough that it lit up the whole backyard.  Now, from what Toni meowed Fuzzy figured she wasn’t that far away from the strange vulture’s location.  She just hoped that he was still there.          

          Okay, I know what you’re wondering was this enough to Frighten Fuzzy?  No, believe it or not, Fuzzy was feeling paws-itively purry.  Sure, the outside looked spooky, but it was purr-fect for Fuzzy.  It was the right kind of atmosphere that could make for all kinds of purry things!

          Then out of nowhere there was a huge squawk and Fuzzy’s head shot up and that’s when she saw him.  Holy meows it was a different kind of vulture!  He was a handsome dude with huge black wings that were extended and a nicely shaped white head.  Fuzzy could tell that he had great looking feathers bepaws the moon was shining right on him.  It looked like there were white specks in them too.  He was just sitting there on the oak tree watching her with no care in the world.  “Meeee-wow!!!”  Fuzzy yowled.  “What kind of vulture are you?”

          It was meow-mazing that this dude didn’t seem to Frighten Fuzzy but Fuzzy was a different kind of cat.  She liked looking at new things and was curious about interesting animals.  The fact that this strange bird was here was paw-mazing in her mind.  Fuzzy wasn’t going anywhere and that was surprising to the vulture.

          He hopped down to a lower branch.  “You’re a cat,” he said.

          “And you’re a vulture,” Fuzzy replied.

          Clever kitty that Fuzzy.

          They just stood there looking at each other for a minute.  Sure, the thought Fuzzy went through her head that this dude would go after her, but she stood firm.  The funny thing was the moon seemed like it got brighter.  The vulture seemed surprised by Fuzzy’s guts.

          “You’re one cool cat,” he said. 

          “What are you doing in my neighborhood?”  asked Fuzzy.  “It’s cool that you are here but meeee-wow I’m really surprised to see you.  Where are you from?”

          “Africa,” he answered.  From there he went on to tell Fuzzy a horrible story and it did Frighten Fuzzy.  To summarize, it went like this:

          The vulture told Fuzzy that he was what humans call a white-backed vulture.  He said his home was being hurt by poachers that poisoned a lot of carcasses and that humans were building a lot of wind turbines that were over areas that he liked to fly around.  He didn’t like it, paw-viously, and he saw a lot of his friends die thanks to these turbines.  No human was really talking about it, he said and covered up everything by saying it was something called ‘climate change.’ 

          “These turbines are terrible,” he said.  “I’ve seen a couple of vultures in my family get their wings cut off.  Humans don’t care though.  They want to build more and, on my way, here, I saw more all through Europe.”

          “What made you come here?”  ask Fuzzy.

          “Instinct,” the vulture answered.  “It’s possible more will come here too.  Now, it isn’t just the turbines, humans like to kill rhinos, lions and all kinds of animals just to feel proud of themselves and poison the parts they don’t want so we vultures can’t eat.  Humans don’t care bepaws it’s easier to play on the computer than to really help animals.”

          “Meeee-wow,” Fuzzy yowled.  “What are you going to do now?”

          “We vultures just want left alone cat,” he replied.  “We just want to be in peace.  We don’t want to be poisoned or have our wings cut off.”  With that he spread his wings and soared up to the full moon.  He was a paw-tastic site on this cool autumn night.  Fuzzy watched him go west towards another part of the woods.  Fuzzy hoped he stayed around for a long time.

          However, as she headed back home she thought about what he said.  She remembered seeing photos of the wind turbines on the human’s computer and got all kinds of images in her head about vultures having their wings cut off and all of the blood being splattered in every direction.  These thoughts frightened Fuzzy more and do you know what…?

          It should frighten you too.

         

         

         

Holy Meows! They're Back!

 

        Toni was a tuxedo cat who was on the chubby side.  She was also PURRY CUTE.  One of her favorite things in the entire world to do in the fall was to head over the hill, in front of her mom’s house, and relax under some old trees and bushes.  Now, the other kitties, usually didn’t pay attention to this.  As a meow of fact, Fuzzy, the fluffy, calico kitty liked spending her time in the backyard in a pile of leaves.  However, something interesting happened one evening…

          Toni didn’t come up from over the hill.

          Meeeeeeeee-huh?????????????????

          Now, this was interesting but guess what?  Most of Fuzzy’s pals weren’t worried.  As a meow of fact, they were more interested in the warm fall evening that Toni.  Let’s add that the kitties loved this time of year too bepaws the human put on the Halloween lights and that warmed the air even more.  To top it all off, the kitties just enjoyed purring over the decorations, especially the ones in the tree.  They thought they were a pawsome site!

          Pawing right along…

          Fuzzy couldn’t enjoy the evening fun.  Toni, no matter what, usually came up at the same time every evening.  She tried to meow about it to their mom, Blackie, but Blackie just swished her tail and went to hang out with Eddie, the mackerel tabby underneath the orange lights in the front yard.  No kitty thought it was a big deal that Toni was missing.

          Meee-uhoh…

          With a twitch of her whiskers and swishing of the tail, Fuzzy figured that she better take charge.  Meee-ow, it’s true that she hadn’t been over the hill for a long time but she figured that she better paw down and look for Toni.  So, she started the journey. 

          Meeee-wow!  Meow-dramatic, right?

          Well, going over the hill wasn’t really a bad thing, usually, because it was small.  There was a small area of woods and a medium sized creek down there.  For some reason, Fuzzy noticed that it looked stranger down there than usual.  As a meow of fact, it seemed darker…

          MEEEE-HUH???

          Fuzzy got to the bottom of the hill and started yowling.  “TONI!!!  TONI!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

          Silence then, all of a sudden there was a huge screech.  It was the strangest thing she ever heard, and she almost took off up the hill, but she had to find Toni.  “Toni!!!”  she meowed again.  “Where are you?” 

          There was rustling around the branches and some of the old trees seemed like they were moving back and forth.  A doe popped out from behind an oak, looked at Fuzzy with huge eyes, and then took off so fast that it looked like a trail of fire was following her.  Fuzzy’s whiskers twitched in amusement.  She spooked a deer!  How meowy was that.

          “Whoo-hoo!”

          Her head shot up and saw an owl in a high tree.  Where in the meow did, he come from?  Fuzzy’s human said that owls really didn’t come around here anymore.  The thing with the owl was that he wouldn’t shut up.

          “Whoo-hoo!”  he called again, flying down a few limbs to get closer to Fuzzy.  He looked really big and Fuzzy noticed that his eyes looked bright red.

          “Meeee-yikes!”  she yowled, turning, and running from the owl.  Horrible thoughts went through her head that Toni must’ve gotten eaten by the owl.  She had to get back up that hill but as she started up, it seemed like she wasn’t going anywhere!  Why couldn’t she move?   Well, forget that hill, for now, she thought pawing towards the creek.  She could get back home the long way, if she had too.

          Then that screeching happened again which made her fur go up.  Were we getting to the Frighten Fuzzy point?  You’re meowing right we were.   Owls and screeching had the ability to do that to any kitty.  As a meow of fact, it looked like a smaller, white owl was watching her from another tree.  HOLY MEOWS SHE WAS GOING TO GET EATEN BY A BUNCH OF OWLS!  Fuzzy pawed faster and then fell over a small tree.  She went flying and found herself next to another dead tree.

          Meeee-wow, it was dark outside and her meeee-ow she had a headache.  As she got up and tried to shake off the cobwebs a GLOWING WHITE AND ORANGE PAW CAME OUT FROM THE MIDDLE OF THE TREE!

          Fuzzy backed up.  What was that?  What in the meow was that?  She couldn’t move though, she was fascinate bepaws the paw turned into two paws, then whiskers and then a WHOLE FACE.  It was her stepdad!  Holy meows it was the ghost of her stepdad, Casey! 

          Fuzzy gave a shriek and ran back the way she came and that’s where she saw more ghosts.  First it was the pale-yellow glow of her uncle Barney, the golden glow of her aunt Baby and it was them!   It really  was, they looked just like they did in the days of prime health except they were meowing ghosts!  As a meow of fact Fuzzy was in a field of cat ghosts, many she didn’t recognize, but that fact was irrelevant bepaws there was nothing but ghosts pawing around! 

She was transfixed for a second but out of nowhere it seemed like a tail came wrapped around back legs.  Now, that made Fuzzy screech so hard that it made the ghosts back-off and somehow, some way, the ghosts backed up and Fuzzy, somehow she managed to race back up the hill.

When Fuzzy made it to the road, she pawed right into her mom, her brothers and Toni.  Toni???  What was up with this?

Toni gave a smug twitching of the whiskers.  “Did I Frighten Fuzzy???”