July 4, 2003

At Sea

We're three days out of Cape Hatteras, and I had expected to be in Burope by now. Adam laughed at me and told me that it could take longer to get to Burope than I thought. I hope the fishies hold out. The fat wench tried to go on strike and refuse to cook the fishies, but we took care of that. The blonde wench says she's tired of cleaning all those cat boxes. We told her tough, keep cleaning. With the addition of Xena and Callisto, our crew now contains: Dusty, Bob, Sid, Jack, Bootsie, Kid, Maya, Bruiser, and some 10-15 cats who refuse to give their names, or tell us how they found out about our epic voyage. Hoomin crew members currently include Adam, Paw Rob, the fat wench, the blonde wench, and some dark haired hoomin named Gem who keeps distracting the blond wench and making Paw Rob mad.

Other than a few rain squalls, in which we invoked the no rain claws successfully, we've had good weather. We missed someone named Bill, who was coming after us. I think he wanted to stop the voyage, but we fooled him and made it out to sea anyway. The biggest problems we're having is every one wants to see if they can catch the crow in the crow's nest (she must be a monster, that nest is huge) and we all like the rigging. Dusty has been put in charge of setting up rigging shifts, which he has done admirably, helped by the application of fresh catnip from the fat wench's nip tub. The food is good, fresh tuna and other fish helped out by Hills Science Diet hairball control, 9-lives canned food, and Eukabana kitten food for the younger set. I expect us all to gain weight. The fat wench complains, but its good for her. She could stand to loose a few pesky ounces or more. We're having fun.

We did have one near casualty. One of the no-names thought that the blonde wench was playing when she cast a fishing line out to sea, and dived after it. Adam retrieved her with a net. She wasn't very smart, as only a quick paw kept her from trying it again. Some cats are almost as stupid as d*gs.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.

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