Surprisingly,
his dad wasn’t ticked-off, he was amused and if you think about it- that would
be kind of funny, if you were a jaguar- being told off by Toni-Chub! “Mr. Spots,” he roared with enthusiastic big
cat laughter. “That’s good,” he added. Suddenly, he turned to look at Hank. “Hey, is that Hank the hippo? How did you find him?”
Fuzzy
was startled. Sammy’s dad knew
Hank? How in the hell was that
paws-ible? Well, never mind about that, they
can figure that out later. “Hank’s
having one of his naps,” Fuzzy meowed to Sammy’s dad. “We came from Pennsylvania after all.”
“That’s
where the Steelers are from, right?” he
asked.
Fuzzy
was impressed with Sammy’s dad. Toni, in
shock, said, “Are you really a Steeler fan??”
she asked Sammy’s dad. “That’s
really pawsome.”
“Love
Big Ben,” he growled out.
“Dad!” Sammy wailed.
“Don’t talk about football! You
have to help me find mom!”
Sammy’s
dad got a really sad look on his face. “Aw
kid,” he said. “I don’t think you’re
going to find your mom.”
Fuzzy
and Toni’s whiskers were up with interest.
“Why?” Sammy asked.
Sammy’s
dad was just shaking his head. “I think
your poor mom might be dead, kid.”
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