C'mon, Star ~ You'n Cody are startin ta sound like Dad...

I should noe better than to run around like that. I wuz borned down around Wheeling, WV and got 'rested by the county jailer there with one of those choker stikz that the Katcher Guy was gettin' ready to use 'fore Dad's Buddy spoke up for us. I think we was kinda' close to going for a ride in the Guy's mobile jail truck. It's also a reely, reely good thing the nice Guy dint give Dad a ticket!

I'm a little fuzzy how we got onna roof. There wuz guys working next door at the ding dong company building, and a dog lives somewhere inna 'partment where we wuz. Maybe someone chased us up to the porch then we went onta the roof from there. Dad couldn't tell if were got tied by a Hoomin or just snarled ourselves up. Dad says he's gonna stop tomorrow an see if the ding dong men helped by tyin' us up. Says he otta thank 'em if they did.

All I remember is SmokeMutt whinin' and bawlin' that we'd never get back home with Dad anna Kat, he wuz hungry, and gettin' tired of runnin' and trippin' over each other. I was thinkin' how bad we'd been to run 'cross the busy road that runs past the Shop into town. We wuz both perty happy to see Dear ol' Dad pull up for the rescue!

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/s/ Cinder & Smokey
the Rescued & Adopted
FurKids of *Phred*