A cat story -- surreal style

[Winter Phoenix]

Miss Whisper Whills hovered there with a blank expression.

Then Silvermoon shouted:

" TOODLES GRANDFATHER WANTED HER NAMED ' TRIXIE'"

FourPaws strolled over and handed Silvermoon a cup of tea.

"Yah," said Fourpaws, " sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night all confused,
a cup of Earl Grey usually clears the fog"

" Is there any Baileys Irish cream in there?" asked Silvermoon?

" Merely some fresh herb." winked Fourpaws, and took another pull off this
blunt blowing smoke across the room.

Miss Whisper Whills rode the cloud of smoke, like a surfboard,
right out of the window.

"So..." began FourPaws, " Whatever did happen to Betty Jingles?
Last I heard she was standing on a corner in Winslow Arizona."