March 19, 2003

Avast ye swabbies, its that time of the year again. I finally got the fat wench to sit down at the computer and let me channel my message through her. She's slow, but you know hoomins...

It's time to select a crew for this years voyage of Piracy on the hi C's. Yup, it is I, Cap'n Pine Cone esq., collecting names and resumes for those kitties interested in a voyage of discovery and fishies. We were going to go last year but got stopped when my slaves uprooted me from my cushy existence, complained about a chorus of Fifteen Cats on a Dead Dog's Chest, and dumped me in this dump. At least we've recruited two potential members for our scurvy clowder. Huey says that he's willing to be in charge of romancing, kneading, and collecting hoomin assistance; and Squeakers is one of the fastest kittens there's ever been. He's also wicked with his claws, not afraid to take on a cat four times his weight, and eats as much as any other cat I've ever seen. Merlin says that he's interested, so long as a continuous source of grub can be guaranteed, and Penelope says that she's interested, so long as she can wear her leather jacket and biker cap. The others are bums and not interested.

SO, what say ye all? Are we up to a voyage this year on the good ship Mouser? Anyone interested in a voyage to Burope and to Aussieland so we can sing to Dave G and his wife Dot, then rescue the beautacious Chloe from her prison with lazy old cats? How about a pilgrimage after that to worship at the paws of the wise sage, Smoggleberry, who can teach us more B*st*rd Cat Tricks? Please reply and let us know if you're in on the caper or not? We'll help rescue those who can't get away from their prisons and all meet at docks of Cape Hatteras to set off for parts unknown and adventures untold.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.

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