Casey’s skepticism was purry reasonable. He really didn’t know Joey for that long. How did he know how he’d react out in the water? Meee-ow he missed Barney. “I’m not-”
Joey cut him off. “You’re not scared are you?”
Did you ever see those cartoons where cats have their tails and whiskers stand straight up? That’s what happened with Casey. Scared? How in the meow could anyone paws-ibly call him scared? “You’re out of your meowing mind,” he meowed.
Joey’s whiskers twitched in amusement. You see he learned something about Casey right away. It was paw-fully fun to get him all huffy and puffy. “I know you’re not scared,” he meowed. “I just meowed that to get you all huffy.”
Casey smacked his head with his left paw. Silly kitty. “Okay, kitten,” he meowed. “Let’s enter.”
Kitten? Kitten? Well, that was the human version of calling somebody a kid. Surprisingly, that got Joey all huffy. “I’m no kitten, old timer,” he hissed.
Meeee-what? Could a surfing contest suddenly turn into a huge fight? There was no way Casey was putting up with this. “Would you relax!” he yowled. “You’re getting excited over nothing. Let’s go enter it before it’s too late!”
Joey’s bad mood suddenly vanished. “Let’s go!”