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July 8, 2003At Sea
The Coast of Irelan is in site and we should be making Englan on the morrow. Adam says that we're making good time. Paw Rob says that if he catches gem and the blonde wench holding hands again he'll cut off gem's paws. The fat wench says that Paw Rob may want to rethink about cutting off gem's paws, as gem helps her with cooking and cleaning the ship.
I thought I'd recognized Hobbes. The dye job he'd tried wasn't quite good enough. We'd labeled him #1, as he looked the most suspicious. We've now identified five of the 20 unknowns. Its nice to know for sure, and The Dust has put a guard on him as someone (I won't name names) tried to dump over another bucket of bait. It wouldn't be so bad but the hoomins were going to go on strike if they had to clean up the deck again after a bait feast.
We saw the BIGGEST fish ever. The hoomins called it a wale. It came up out of the sea spitting water and slapping on the ocean. There were a bunch of us in the crow's nest (the crow must have flown away as it has not been seen) as well as in the rigging watching it. It was a site. The hoomins said it is a mamml and we can't eat it, just as we can't eat the dolfins that are always around us. They seem to know who we are and are jumping in and out of the water and standing on their tales, laughing back at us. We've hisspit at them to no avail. The fat wench says that they want to make friends and not laugh at us. We're not too sure about that. They say there should be even more dolfins in the Southern Alantic. I hope not. Its all we can do not to growl at them.
We also saw these fish that fly. They jump out of the water and glide though the air using fins like wings. They also taste good too.
The kitty litter and spare food is holding up well. The fat wench is becoming reconciled to cooking fish on a near daily basis. She says that she draws the line at cooking mousies. I think that's pretty bigoted of her, but what can one do. You just can't get good help these days.
We're having a great time. We've been sunning on the deck, munching on mousies and shrimp, and watching the hoomins work. They complain some, but not much and Adam says that he's getting so that he can't go to sleep at night without a cat purring in his ears. The fat wench told that she's been saying that she can't sleep without a cat on her bed for years now. There have been more and more b1rds flying around the rigging. They never land, but there are more of them all the time. I thought a pelican was going to eat one of the kits, but the kit was able to get away in time.
So far we haven't seen any d*gs to attack, but are doing great on the fishies and the shrimpies. Paw Rob and gem spent hours untangling a rope that we'd played with then hid it from us. The fat wench packed a lot of toys and dried catnip, so we don't have to go to her tub very often. She does think of stuff in advance sometimes. The blonde wench continues to play with us whenever we want. I have trained her well.
English cats going on the rest of the trip can meet us at Waffles' house next weekend, or can arrange their doubles and ghost to the ship. Burope cats can meet us at Frank and Nikki's island on the docks the following weekend and then we'll head towards Africa. I hear that zebras are good eating, and I'd like to meet my bigger cousins. There has been a request to visit Itly as some of the cats want to see where the coliseeum cats live. That could be really cool.
Yours in fishies
Cap'n Pine Cone esq.Copyright © Pam Shirk
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