The First Kitty

            Well, I pawed that theory out the window huh?  More details tomorrow-meeee-ow.  I am what you call a goofball kitty.  In my defense though, I have a great excuse.  Well, hold your paws a second I really shouldn’t be making any jokes.

            West, Texas seemed like a nice place.  But now, oh meow- the humans are right it did look like some sort of bomb dropped.  Now, what were we up too?  That’s easy.  It’s the same mission like I meowed out before.  We’re here to help and I think there are a lot of anipals who need some help.

            The first cat we ran into was, at first, a gray cat with a really singed tail.  He had such a dazed look on his face that it took all the Trouties, Barney and me to get him back to some kind of reality.  Now, after that happened I could see that he was a yellow kitty and no matter what he couldn’t remember his name.  I never saw that before, a cat having amnesia. 

            And we weren’t really sure what to do about it…