Prelude to Halloween

 

         Bad stuff????

          What is that supposed to mean???  Bad stuff?

          Paws’s whiskers were twitching.  “Dude- how in the meow do you know all about all this haunted cat stuff anyway?”

          Hank’s eyes started getting smaller.  “You calling me a liar?”

          Paws’s eyes narrowed and his whiskers stuck out.  “Yeah, I am.”

          Hank started to snort but Fuzzy yowled.  “You 2 need to shut-up!  We have to find that kitten.”

          “Why???”  asked Toni, looking nervous.  “I don’t want to run into some glowing kitten.”

          “That little dude must have something to tell us,” Fuzzy meowed.

          Hank was still shaking his head.  “Bad stuff, bad stuff.”

          Right after that a huge animal-like scream came from the front of the house!