FISH, now they are quite a different matter. Oh, just that word brings me out in goose pimples. F, I, S, H, fish. Tasty, fleshy, scaly, spiky, slimy, fresh, wriggling fish. Yummy, yum yum.
Oh, all right. Between 10:00 and 18:30 you’ll only catch me awake when I eat and drink. There are a range of locations in the saloon, galley and nav area from which I silently move to and fro. Because they never see me get up and move my parents think I may be teleporting myself around Esper. Well, I’ll let you into a secret…
Usually I start by hurling myself at the bimini, making plenty of noise; this makes those of a nervous disposition jump from the shock. Then I proceed to make interesting silhouettes for all to see. My favourites are: “cat as rabbit”…
The most recent lot to visit were Marcus and Rachel. They were lovely. I think they are part cat. They played with me all the time. They loved me. I loved them. They gave me gifts – Mr Cat, Mr Mouse and Bee. Rachel was really brave because, like me, I could tell that she didn’t really want to go in the sea.
I am still cock-a-hoop about having the whole boat to myself and the total attention of both of my parents all of the time. It’s great. They can be a bit over-protective sometimes though and seem to think that I’ll fall overboard at any second… pur-lease, I am a salty-sea-cat these days and I know what’s what.
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