Toni's Picking Fights

 

          Sammy had a dad?  What in the meow was up with this?  Why didn’t he mention it?  Did he know where Sammy’s mom was?  Paw-viously, the questions were spinning. 

          Fuzzy and Toni pawed towards them cautiously.  Both were ready to paw off at any second.  Sammy understood the reluctance.  “It’s okay, pals.  I’m not lying this is my dad.”

          “What’s up kitties?”  Sammy’s dad asked.  Fuzzy noted that he was sitting there really calmly, like he was some kind of dude cat ready to hang for the evening.

          “This is Fuzzy,” Sammy said pointing to Fuzzy, “and that’s Toni,” he nodded towards the Chub.  “They’re my new pals from America.”

          Sammy’s dad looked really confused.  “Tony?”  he asked, looking at the Chub.  “You don’t look like a boy cat.”

          Toni’s eyes narrowed.  “That’s Toni with an i,” she meowed out with, Fuzzy noted a little bit of a growl mixed in.  “Don’t you make fun of my name Mr. Spots.”

          Oh there we go, Toni was picking a fight with a jaguar.  Cute, Toni, really cute.