Sammy
just stared at Fuzzy with horror. “He
has to come back.”
Fuzzy was really getting sick of
this. As a meow of fact, she wondered
what her stepdad, Casey, would’ve done about Sammy the jaguar. Ahhh that was a tough call-Casey was of
course a meowy tough cat but that big guy was one of the biggest softies you
ever saw.
Fuzzy’s whiskers twitched at the
thought of her stepdad. She sure missed
him but that was a different ‘tail.’
Anyway, she knew she had to give Sammy a little bit of tough love. “Look kid,” she meowed. “Why don’t you tell me what the problem is. Maybe I can help.”
Sammy looked horrified by this. “Are you kidding?”
“What’s the problem?” asked Fuzzy.
“You’re just a little cat!” Sammy growled out indignantly. “What do you know?”
“Well, how in the meow do you even
know who Hank is anyway?” answered
Fuzzy. “As far as I know, Hank’s never
been to South America.”
“Who went to South America?” asked Toni, lumbering into the room. Right away, she noticed the little
jaguar. “Meee-wow!!!” she yowled.
“Who in the fuzz are you?”
Sammy looked at Toni with horror. “Don’t sit on me!” he growled.
we dunno guyz...hank haza way oh gettin frum point H two point K and without even a planez reservationz !!! ☺☺☺☺♥♥♥
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