Confused Howie

          Tippy and Fuzzy looked at each other with that ‘uh-oh’ look.  How in the meow were they supposed to tell Howie that Hank wasn’t around?  How in the meow were they supposed to tell him that he was in Australia for meowing out loud?  Fuzzy decided to divert him with a, “Howie, how did you track Hank anyway?”

          “It wasn’t easy,” he said, “but when I heard he was running around with a bunch of cats all of you were sort of easy to find.”

          Tippy and Fuzzy weren’t really sure what to meow about that.  Who did Howie think he was?  Some kind of super spy?  He wasn’t giving them any more chances for questions though bepaws he asked again, “Where is he?”

          Fuzzy, finally, spilled it.  “He’s in Australia.”

          Howie looked like he had a huge question mark over his head.  “Huh?  Why?”

          “He went down to save the animals,” Fuzzy meowed.  “We all wanted to go but he didn’t want us to go.”

          Howie’s mouth, literally, fell open.  The poor dude was stunned.  As a meow of fact, he looked like he was going to cry.  “I can’t believe this,” he said.  “What-”

          He was cut-off by a voice in the distance yowling, “Howie!!!  Howie!!!”