Bossy Frankie

 

    Mouths and whiskers dropped.  Tails shot up in the air.  What in the meow was he talking about?  Die?  Death?  What in the meow was happening here?  Death????  By sniffing a plant?

          Frankie was serious though- dead serious (pardon the pun).  As a meow of fact, he looked like he wanted to snort again.  “Don’t sniff it anymore!”

          “Stop the snorting look!!!”  Fuzzy yowled, giving him an annoyed look.  (Hard to believe that Fuzzy could look annoyed, huh?)  “You’re driving me nuts!”

          Frankie stopped the snort look and the kitties stepped back.  All of them looked at the funny plant that, strangely enough, looked like it was growing.  “You can only take a little bit of it,” Frankie said.  He looked at Tippy.  “Dig a little and pull it out.”

          “Why does Tippy get to dig?”  asked Toni who was feeling huffy bepaws, after all, she’s the one that found the plant.  She wanted to carry the mission through.

          “Because I said so,” said a dictatorial Frankie.  “Go ahead,” he said to Tippy.  “Dig.  You want to help your pal, don’t you?”

          Strangely enough, Tippy wasn’t moving…