Defending Hank

          Smokey couldn’t believe it.  “Where in the meow did all of you go?”  she yowled.

          Casey, on the other paw, was more disgusted.  “Barney, get your fat butt out here!!!”

          As if on cue Barney stuck his head out from some kind of weird tropical bush.  “They won’t come out until Hank goes away.”

          Poor Hank, who finally caught his breath, perked right up when he heard that.  “Huh?  You’re kidding.”

          “Nobody’s coming out until Hank goes away,” Barney meowed again.

          Casey was fuming by this point.  He pawed over to Barney and, literally, gave him a paw across the face.  “What in the meow is your problem?  Hank’s not going anywhere!”  he yowled.

          “I’m just giving a message,” Barney meowed trying to get a cheap paw in on Casey’s whiskers with no luck. 

          Smokey was running out of patience too.  “Hey kitties come on out!  Hank’s not going to hurt anybody!!  Come on out and see!!!”  she pawed over to him and climbed back up.  “I’m going to show you what fun you can have with him!”