The kitties were stunned, paw-mazed and the purrs stalled in wonderment. “How did you know?” asked Paws.
“That’s the only time we see Frankie is when he’s helping somebody to look for something to help somebody feel better,” Greta said. “What’s your pal’s name?”
“Hank,” answered Fuzzy with the whiskers twitching, half expecting her to yell ‘I KNOW HIM!!!’ but no such luck. Greta just looked very serious.
“Well, I hope you find what you’re looking for,” she said to Fuzzy. “You kitties must be missing your pal.”
“Yeah,” she meowed, feeling really sentimental about Hank.
“What are you exactly looking for?” she asked.
Fuzzy’s brain felt like it was blank. “It smells like lemon,” she said.
Greta looked really confused. “Is it the lemon bush?” she asked.
Fuzzy wasn’t sure but Paws meowed, “It’s like parsley with a yellow flower, “ he meowed.
Her eyes widened. “I know what you mean!” she exclaimed and I don’t think you’re going to find it anymore!”