Get To The Point Hank!

 

          “Ghost kitten,” Fuzzy repeated.  “How do you know?”

          “That’s a meowy stupid question,” Tippy meowed. 

          “You have big mouth,” Fuzzy yowled looking at Tippy with the whiskers twitching. 

          Hank stomped his foot, hard enough that a couple of branches from the maple tree fell down which scared the fur off of Toni which caused her to hide under the picnic table.  “You two shut-up,”  Hank bellowed.

          Fuzzy’s eyes were huge.  “Okay, okay!  Just don’t stomp anymore!”

          Hank calmed in an instant.  “Look,” he said, “that was a ghost cat and that was a sign from beyond.”

          All of the kitties, including Toni from underneath the picnic table, stared at Hank with wide eyes.  Meee-ow it was too bad that Barney wasn’t around bepaws Hank seemed to be laying it on thick.  “Something from beyond is trying to give us a message,” he said.

          “Casey and Barney!!!”  Fuzzy meowed happily with the tail wagging.

          Hank snorted at the Fuzz.  “Are you kidding?  This is bad stuff we’re talking about.”