Casey
was getting a headache. How can you tell
that a cat’s getting a headache? It was
all in the whiskers. It seemed like the
twitch disappears at the idea of cat headache.
“I think you’re being hy-sterical,” he meowed. “You should calm down.”
That’s
when Daisy went off the wall, cat-style.
“How canz you callz me hysterical you lushy cat!” she yowled.
“I shouldz pullz yourz whiskers!”
Joey
fell back on his butt with his right paw on his head. You have to keep in mind that these boys were
really hungover. Casey couldn’t believe
the tone of that meow. It could’ve
scared the meows out of the toughest cats.
“WOULD YOU CHILL OUT!” Casey
demanded. “I’m sure the Mayor is going
to come back any second.”
As
if on cue… a familiar cat pawed into the picture.
And
it wasn’t the Mayor!
It was the famous
Darlene!
for az small az cuzin dai$y iz...her doez haza big mouth N eye can say that with safe tee coz herz like 20 milez a way frum me !
ReplyDeletetuna of moon ~~ ☺☺♥♥