Catch Hank Time!

 

Hank was gone.  He was really gone!  The cubs weren’t kidding.  It seems like that Hank took off for the North Pole and that left all of the cats (including Johnny’s gang), flummoxed, confused and downright surprised.

          “What in the meow is he up to?”  asked Paws.  “Why did he do it?”
          “He should’ve told us,” meowed Fuzzy.  “We could’ve made the trip with him.”

          Johnny got a weird, happy look on his face.  “Want to go?”

          Fuzzy looked at him, confused.  “I thought you were afraid to go up there.”

          “You kitties made me see that I should own up to what I did,” answered Johnny.  “We could go and catch him and meet Santa together.”

          The kitties liked this idea and the cubs were especially pumped up.  Who wouldn’t want to go and see Santa?  But the big question remained- why in the meow did Hank head up there on his own?  Oh meowing well- I guess they’d find out soon enough.

          “Won’t this be too long of a trip to get up there by Christmas?”  asked Toni who didn’t like the idea of pawing a bunch of miles in the snow. 

          “Don’t you worry about it,” Johnny answered.  “I know a shortcut.”