Da Journey
Franci and da gang peep owt da big fwont winnow. "Wats dat fing," dey wunner, as dey watch da big wite pod being pawrked in da dwife. "I dunno ," meows Caleb, "but I not finkin I wike da wooks uf it!" "I agwees ," meows Franci. "I gets da fweelin sumfing big ish up. We bettur keeps a cwose eye-boll on dis situmashun."
Dey continue to watch ash da man goes bak an forf, makin a adjhustment heer an der an efferywhere an den da big white containur wises up in da air an shwings owt an den down onto da gwound. Den he unfahuns hish stuff fwum it an gets back in da twuck an dwifes away, leefin da big white contanur behind. Mommy comes bak in da house an sits down in hur chair. Da kits watch da monstur in da yard a wile longur, den head off to meow da situmashun offur in pwifat. Willow meows, "Do yu fink dis fing gots sumfing to do wit awl da stuff mommy been puttin in boxes. Dat been makin me a wittul nerfus on it's own?" "Yu mite be rite bout dat, Willow, It's awll furry stwang fur shure," Franci weplies. "Yup," chimes in Oreo. "I fink we bettur awll be on owr paws till we ose wat's goin on." Wit dat da kits settul down to fink fings offur, an shoon fawll ashleep. Finkin ish hawrd wurk ya nose!
Sometime water, da kits awr woodly woke up to da shounds uf stuff bein moofe awound an da bak door openin an cwosing. "Utho , " dey fink, "Wet's go shee wats goin on." Dey wun to da kitshun an purch on da countur. "Yup ," Tita meows. "I sheen dis befur an it not dood. Da hoomans cawll it moofing. An wen my Daddy did dis, I ended up heer. We bettur make shure she not furget ush wen da time comes. Efferykit sthay fwunt an sentur, we may be in fur a bumpy wide. I jusht hopes we not end up in one uf dose airpwane fings, dat was no fun at awll."
Da days pass one affur anuffur an mommy continues to put stuff in boxes an cawwy it owt to da big white monstur. An den one day da man wit da twuck comes again an takes it away. But sthill, nuffin happuns. Mommy shweeps an mops an cweans an da days pass. An den one day, "utho, da puter, she boxin up da puter," Willow meows. "Wat? " da offurs meow. "Da puter ish in a box? Oh no, dish ish it! Wat gonna happun now?"
"Utho," meows Oreo, "now she puttin stuff in da metal monstur!" "But wat bout ush?" cwies Willow. "Wat's gonna happun to ush? "I'm skairt!" Ish she gonna go way an leef ush?"
"Calm down , Willow," meows Caleb. "Mommy luffs ush, she woont do dat. Sides , membur a few days ago wen we awll hadda get in da metal monstur an go to da , gulp, Vegetarian, an we all gotted poked an pwodded an gotted sticky shots? Well, wateffur happuning I fink we awl incwooded." Willow snuggles up wit Caleb and sighs, "I shure hopes yu rite."
Finawy, mommy comes in an wooks at da kits. "Okay yu guys, your turn." One by one she picks ush up an puts ush in waiting carriers. Awll but Caleb. Him she picks up an cawwies to da metal monstur an puts him in a big cage in da back. Den she cawwies ush out to da metal monstur too. We awll stawrt to meow . "mommyyyyyyyyyy, moooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyy, nooooooooooooooooo , noooooooooooooo we no wanna goooooooooooooooo!?
But go we do! Da metal monstur comes to life an stwarts off down da road...We dwife an dwife, it sheems wike furebber, wen suddenwy, Akkkkkkkkkkk, Willow done made a bwake fur it! Willow, noooo, wat yu finkin! Da metal monstur comes to a sthop by da side uf da woad an mommy gwabs Willow. "Yu little stinker, " she says. Where do you think your going?" An with that she plops Willow into a diffwent carrier, one she can't claw hur way owt uf an puts Tita in da one dat Willow tore. Den we stwart off again. Affur awhile da metal monstur comes to a stop in fwont uf a stwange bilding. Mommy gets owt an goes inshide. "Wats goin on now ," we awll fink. Ish she gonna jusht , gulp, leef ush here?" We sit nurfushly an wait. In a few minits she comes back an we stwart off again, but not fawr. We sthop again an once more mommy goes inshide da stwange bilding. Den one by one she cawwies ush inshide. Den she bwings owr foodies an litturbox an sets dat up fur ush, an fwills pwates wit food. She twurns on a picshure box an den opens owr cawwiers. We wook awound carefwully, not shure bout dis stwange pwace, but hungur an potty win owt an one by one we hop owt. Food an potty furst, gotta membur da pwiorities, an den a bit uf xpworing. "Well, " Franci meows, "dis pwace not too shabby." she hops up on a big hscb an stwetches owt. Pwetty shoon da west uf ush join hur..an settul down fur a much needed nap...end day one uf owr mishterious adbenture
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