Run Hank! Run!

  How bad was that screech?  Well, it made Hank jump and every kitty knows that Hank isn’t that much of a jumper.  The funny thing about it was how fast Hank’s head moved.  It literally started to spin.  Finally, his head focused on the center part of a calm blue sky.  “Wha-what was that?”

          “That was the burd!!!”  Vince yowled.  “That was the burd that drops the cats into the volcano!”

          Now, that set the kitties off into hysterical pawing around.  What does that mean?  Well, they were panicked and once panic hits you run around in a circle.  Finally, it seemed to be a collective jump on Hank’s back.  “Let’s get the fuzz out of here!!!”  yowled Casey.

          You didn’t have to convince Hank he was took off in a full-blown hippo sprint.  Technically, a hippo apparently is clocked at 19 mph but for some reason, on this island filled with lush greenery, stones and trees, he had to have been hitting at least 25 mph, maybe even 30 mph! It started really getting interesting when he starting jumping over holes and rocks- meeee-ow!!!!!

          Then the kitties heard that screech again!  Hank then kicked it into a higher gear and then came the “Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-lp!!!!”

          “STOP!!!!”  Casey yowled.  “STOP!!!!”