Little Honker's Patriotic Paws

Just as soon as the invitation was accepted, there was an interruption. Warren’s brothers came racing down the stairs and started to walk across the keyboard. Then it was off to knock over the pots and pans. When Carl decided to knock over Weezie’s milk jug, spilling water, it scared Weezie into emitting a little fear squirt.

Big Guy meowed at Weezie, “I thought you promised not to stink!” His fur was on end, his back arched, and it appeared at first as if he was going after Weezie.  Then he turned to face Carl and said, “Don’t you ever learn? I warned you the last time you pulled this stunt!”

Jack stepped in and faced Carl head on. He was Big Guy’s equal in size. Big Guy and Jack had Carl cornered. Jack stood firm. “I think you owe Weezie an apology. Let’s hear it, Carl.”

Shocked, Carl backed off. Who was this new cat in the basement? And, why was he standing up for Weezie. She wasn’t even a cat. Carl walked away, tail between his legs, and meowed, “Sorry.” His brother was long gone.

”Thanks guys. I was not prepared for them.”

“You are great on the milk jug, but we don’t want any of that special perfume you sometimes share,” Big Guy said.

“Sometimes things come at me too fast. I don’t have time to judge the situation,” she said. “Thanks Jack for helping out.”

“I faced lots of fights when I was in Key West. I didn’t want to go through that again. Besides, you were kind to me. Favor returned,” he said.

“You’re all good to me,” Weezie said. “I do love being part of the band.”