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August 30, 2003At Sea, near Cape Town, Afrika
Ahoy mateys and those awaiting our return,
I would have had this put out sooner, but the fat wench had scheduling problems.
Last weekend we ran into something Adam called a tropical depression. If that was a depression, I'd hate to see what a tropical anger is like. We cats invoked the "no rain claws" and stayed below with the fat wench and the blonde wench to take care of us. The fat wench hacks up hairballs easily, and was soon getting rid of excess hair in the head. She also refused to cook fish for us until we were out of the depression. So now I think I know why they call it a depression.
We saw a wale on Monday and set "Plan Adam" into play. However, SOMEONE warned Adam and not only did he escape, but he released all the hoomins as well. They stopped the ships boat before we could launch it to go after the wale and wouldn't let us go. Adam told us that hunting for wale was not only wrong, but ellegal. We said that we weren't hunting at all, just fishing like. He said that fishing for wale is also ellegal. Hoomins have a lot of stuff that's ellegal. The fat wench said that she would be willing to toss any miscreant (think she meant us?) overboard if she caught them setting out after wales again. On the off chance that she did mean us, we've tabled our wale fishing ambitions.
Gem and the blonde wench tried to sneak up on deck last night. Someone informed Paw Rob and he came up and caught them. he told the two of them they could go up on deck alone ten years from now. Hoomins sure make things hard for themselves. Why don't they just get neutered and take care of all the complications. I don't know if I'll ever understand, or want to understand, them.
Tonight we dock at Cape Town, South Afrika. The fat wench is going to be locked below again, for her refusal to get my web site and my updates on line in a timely fashion. The rest of us are going to ghost all over Afrika and site see. We leave Afrika for Thailand on Monday. It will be another long leg of the journey, but we hope to be in Thailand in two weeks.
If any of you wish to go, and haven't arranged your doubles and ghosted over here yet, now's the time to do so. Adam promises plenty of action in the Pacific Ocean and lots of good fishies for meals. The fat wench only moans when I mention more tropical depressions. Do you know that hoomins can turn green? I think I have a lever on her now. Any time she refuses to get my work on line, I'll start talking about tropical depressions, and then let her know that the only way to get me to stop talking about them is to get to work.
Yours in Fishes,
Cap'n Pine Cone esq.
We should be in Thailand by the next weekend. That would be the 20th, according to the fat wench. I'm looking forward to meeting Vino, the temple cats (although I hear they're snooty) and trying out this Thai Chicken stuff. Then we go on to the next phase of our trip. Melbourne Austrailia. That's where my dainty little cabin girl lives with her two statue cats [Romeo & Juliet], Meowmies Mia and Flippy, and the evil Tiffany. We'll get there, rescue her, sing to Dot Gercke, and party for a weekend. then we'll sail to Woolagong, which is near Sydney and learn from the Pro, himself. The great Mr. Smoggleberry will give us a lecture on b*st*rd cat tricks. I can hardly wait.
Cap'n Pine Cone esq. who's wishing he had a scuba suit for the current phase in underwater hunting
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