A Fuzzy Return

          Fuzzy!!!

          It was Fuzzy!  But we knew that already, right?  It was a cold, wet Fuzzy whose teeth were chattering.  Her eyes widened at the site of Blackie.  “Mom!!!”  she meowed.

          Blackie was equally shocked.  Who in the meow knew for sure the last time she saw Fuzzy?  “Fuzzy?”

          “Mom!!!”  yowled Fuzzy happily jumping up and knocking Blackie over.  It was sort of like Dino knocking over Fred in the Flintstones.  Blackie didn’t seem really amused though, she squirmed away quickly.

          “You got me wet,” she meowed indignantly.

          “You were already wet,” Paws answered with disgust.  “What’s with the attitude towards Fuzzy.”

          Blackie’s whiskers twitched and soon she disappeared, presumably to hang with Hank.  Who knew for sure?  Blackie was one weird kitty.  But it gave Paws an opening, “Fuzzy, where- what- how did you get here?”