Steamed Frankie

 

    They all turned to face Frankie.  When in the meow did he wake-up?  He looked cranky too which was surprising considering he seemed like he was having a nice nap.  Fuzzy gulped a little- the dude looked like he was ready to snort and there have been stories out there about snorting zebras.  Meeee-ow!!!

          “What are you trying to do?”  asked Frankie.

          “We- we just- Toni just found Hank’s stuff,” Tigger stammered looking a little confused as he shrunk back next to Mike.

          All eyes were on Toni but you had to give her credit she didn’t act chub-like.  She seemed like she got a backbone.  “What do you look so mad for?”  she asked.  “We didn’t do anything.”

          “You cats shouldn’t be sniffing that,” Frankie said, backing up, and looking a little less ticked-off. 

          “Why?”  Sammie asked, sitting up now. 

          “Because if you sniff enough of it,” he said, “you’ll die.”