All of the kitties just stared at each other. What in the meow were they supposed to do?
Hank was confused by their bewilderment. “What’s the problem?” he asked in between chewing on the
grass. “You guys look too worried.”
At that
moment Fuzzy really missed Casey. She
could almost picture him smacking Hank on the back of the head. What in the meow was the matter with
him? Did he eat too much rotting
grass. The Mayor though seemed like he
read Fuzzy’s mind. He blew his top at
Hank.
“Iz youz
outz of your mindz?” he yowled, getting
so excited that his teeth were showing. “We
can’tz do anything with them you big dopez!
They don’t havez anywhere to go!”
Hank was
chewing the cud very calmly. “Yeah they
do,” he answered.
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