Johnny's 'Tail'

 

          Well, it turns out that Santa’s hat had the ability to make sure that the cubs would survive.  He wasn’t sure how it worked but no matter what the cats were fed, growing normally and they weren’t afraid of their dad, which of course is meowy important bepaws the cats are usually raised by their mom.  Like I said, nobody was sure how it worked but hey it was Santa- Santa’s about magic and whatever that hat did saved Johnny’s cubs.

          The kitties and Hank were in awe about this information.  They were stunned, amazed and in awe.  Finally, Toni, who had the tendency to be just a little melodramatic yowled, “That’s pawsome that the cubs were saved!”

          There were nods and Hank gave an approving grunt.  Fuzzy found herself purring.  “That’s so pawsome!”  she meowed.  “I’m so glad that everybody is okay.”

          Paws’s tail was swishing like crazy.  “Where are your cubs at now?”  he asked. 

          “Close by,” Johnny answered, giving Paws a look.  “Don’t you worry about it.”

          “But shouldn’t Santa have his hat?”  asked Tippy.  “He can’t deliver his gifts without it.”

          “Maybe he has a back-up plan,” Tigger said.  “He’s Santa and you gotta think that he has something in mind.”

          The kitties all had a solid purr over that and Johnny looked like he was backing-up.  “What are you going to do now, Johnny?”  she asked.