The Graveyard

 

          MOL…I know what you’re thinking:  Pet Semetery from Stephen King?  Well, I wouldn’t say that.  Now, your next question might be how do you know it was an animal cemetery?  Well, here’s the thing- no one knew for sure but the kitties just had a feeling.

          Just one of those feelings…

          “Meeee-yowl!”  Sammie yowled in disgust.  “I hate meowing cemeteries.”

          “Like I purr over them?”  yowled Paws. 

          “This place is sick,” Sammie meowed pawing over the rocky terrain and he was right.  The place was sick and 100% creepy.  The terrain was rocky in some areas and swampy in others.  The grave markers were a mix of wood and steel and the kitties could see some of the names, ‘Wolfie,’ ‘Muffy,’ ‘Spot,’ and ‘Eddie.’  A couple of the names were surprisingly clear but others were faded.  “Is this a dog cemetery?”  he asked Paws.

          Paws wasn’t really paying attention bepaws he had wet sand on his paws.  It was, literally, driving him nuts.  “How in the meow do I know?”

          “Muffy seems like a weird name for a dog,” Sammie meowed stopping at another grave marker.  As he read, his eyes got bigger and bigger- he was actually bug-eyed when he looked at Paws.  “Meee-ow!” he yowled.  “You have to look at this…”