Smoke Attack

          Baby kind of glared at Smokey.  “Don’t you meow some kinda lecture at me, you lopsided goof.”

          That made Smokey do something that she hadn’t done in a long time.  What?  Well, she sprung up using just that back leg right onto baby with a great, big, “Rowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl!!!”  From there, they preceded to growl, hiss and swipe at each other.  They would’ve went on for hours but Casey went over and pulled Smokey off of her.  In the meantime, Barney pulled Baby away (and into the house) by the tail.  Needless to meow, she was not a happy kitty but it did get quieter once she got in the house.

          Casey wasn’t going to let Smokey have a pass though.  “What do you think you’re doing?”  he asked.

          “Trying to paw her brain awake!”  meowed Smokey.  “Don’t you lecture me, you overweight fluffhead!”

          The Mayor had enough of this.  “You guyz is actin’ stoopid!  Why all de fighting wid each other?  We need to fightz da monster!”

          “You two are selfish kitties,” Hank announced.

          Casey looked up at Hank.  “You have a-“

          He was cut-off with a high-pitched, “Meeeeeeeee-ow!  He did it again!”