Fuzzy responded to that by giving
Casey the claw. It’s like I said, the
kitty WAS NOT in the mood.
“Yow!”
He jumped back stunned by the claw and the fact the kitten actually drew
blood. “You punk kitten!”
Fuzz just hissed and then meowed
out. “You cats just stink!” Then, believe it or not she took off running
down the road towards the ocean.
Meeee-what?
The kitties couldn’t believe it. Where in the meow was Fuzzy going? They actually stood around for a few minutes
with whiskers twitching and tails waving not meowing anything. Finally, believe, it or not, the Mayor
meowed, “Let’s go findz Fuzzy.”
There was no debate (*gasp*) all of
them took off like a pack of wolves down towards the ocean. Smokey wasn’t sure how they were going to
find Fuzzy though. Everybody was meowing
though, “Fuzzy! Fuzzy!”
They got weird looks but that wasn’t
surprising. The beach was busy. No one saw little Fuzzy but that wasn’t
surprising. Cats usually stayed out of
each other’s business. Where was little
Fuzzy?
letz ask de boat rental dood; him pointed out a grate place ta stay when we couldna get a motel last time !!!! ♥♥♥
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