Now, as you might have guessed, the kitties were really anxious to get pawin’. Besides the fact of having the winter meow-blahs, they wanted to go and get a prime place to stay on the beach. There was no way they could be delayed. Smokey, Casey and Ace just kind of looked at each other, unsure of what to meow really.
Finally, Baby cracked the silence with a meow/yowl of, “What are we going to do?”
Casey was the first to get the brainwaves back. “How much snow are we going to get?” he asked reasonably, knowing that it had to be the reason for the delay because that was the only thing that made sense since they already had a sure proof way of going. (Ace was driving, by the way. He had what you call one of those kitty convertibles.)
Baby was extremely meow-terical. “Lots, tons, we’ll be snowed in for weeks, days!”