Fuzzy
couldn’t believe it and Vinnie looked really spooked by Barney’s
enthusiasm. “What’s with you?” asked Fuzzy, looking at Barney with twitching
whiskers. “How do you know, Vinnie?”
Barney
acted like Fuzzy wasn’t even there.
Surprise, surprise. He had raced
over to little Vinnie and was looking at him with big eyes. “I know you,” he meowed again.
Vinnie was
spooked by this and did you really blame him?
Who would want big, old Barney looking at him with that crazy look. “I don’t know you,” he answered.
This was
driving Fuzzy nights. “Will you tell me
what in the meow is going on!” she meowed
indignantly.
That kind
of snapped Barney back into reality. “I
knew Vinnie’s mom,” he answered. “Casey and I knew Vinnie’s mom!”
This startled
Vinnie. “I don’t remember my mom,” he
meowed. “Was she nice?”
Barney
nodded. “Jenny was pawsome,” he
answered. “What happened to her?”
Something
sunk into Fuzzy. “Why didn’t you meow to
me that you were born here?” she asked
Vinnie.
“How would
I know if I was just a kitten?” Vinnie
asked.
Vinnie had
a good point. That didn’t stop Fuzzy
from asking questions though. “What
happened to your mom?” she asked.
Vinnie
looked really sad. “My dad meowed to me
once that she died.”
vinnie...dood...my mom did two :(
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