Always Trust Trouties

            Well, it wasn’t as bad as I thought. 

            Daisy had to go off and do her beauty treatment.  I didn’t want to know anything about that.  Remember, I’m a boy kitty-MOL.  Boy kitties don’t want to know about fur curling or fluffing a tail.  It was bad enough that she told me, Barney, the Sheriff and Mayor how long it would take.  Now, the only reason why I’m mentioning this is well, she couldn’t take Midnight into any treatment room-MOL.  That meant though that we finally got a chance to question her.

            Midnight was scared and you could tell she was scared right away.  Well, in a way, it was kind of understandable.  The Mayor was an intimidating dude-cat.  At first glance, to any human especially he looked like the biggest, fluffiest ball of fun imaginable.  However, now, he was ready to rowl.  He looked like your local police cat, ready to fight for justice, no matter what.  Now, with that being meowed, Midnight was scared.

            It was easy to understand why and I would probably be very cautious with other cats too.  I was considering going to find Daisy and pulling her out of the beauty room, since Midnight seemed to be the only one she liked talking too.  But, Barney managed to calm her down with a nice, paw pat on the back.

            Just call him Dr. Barney…

            Barney is such a mellow cat, nice and flat-out my best cat friend in the whole world.  He may do weird things sometimes (but we all do) but he could make any animal chill out.  He was able to calm Midnight down with no problem.  All he said was the obvious, what you had to do was trust the Trouties.  No matter what, just relax and trust the Trouties, they were friends, just like us, so don’t worry about anything.

            And she listened, with wide eyes and twitchy whiskers!