Hank could barely lift his head up. “You don’t understand,” he answered.
“You’re meowing right I don’t!” Paws answered, he was now on the beach next to him. “What in the meow happened out there? What did you do with Tippy? And what about Smokey??”
That’s when Hank started bawling like a baby. “Poor Smokey,” he said, “poor Smokey.”
All of the cats (including the new pals) were looking down at Hank confused. Finally, it was Cory who asked, “What happened out there dude?” he asked.
Everyone stared at Cory, shocked that he even meowed. They had been purr-ty spooked by Hank so it was a miracle that he was even able to meow. Anyway, everyone waited for Hank to spill it. It never took that long- Hank always talked to much but surprisingly his head went up, looked at Cory and said,
“What do you think you are some kind of cat-psychiatrist? What happened out there? What kind of goofy question is that?”