Sailing is what I live for, the reason I bounce out of my basket every day at the crack of noon. The wind in my stripes, my cup of mojo bubbling on the galley stove, the whole sea like an endless fish supermarket ahead of me...
But my first goal in life is to lure Pussy Galore onto my ship in which case I'll boot the Can Opener out onto the saloon berths faster than you can say "mouse-flavoured Meow Mix". Pussy and I'll shack up in my Captain's Quarters with all the tuna treats in the world stored under my Foam-Lite cushions and the fuzzy dice I installed below the hatch swinging gently in time with the waves.
Before that can happen though, I've got to get the Can Opener trained up and motivated to buy me the yacht of my dreams. Something with class and style, seaworthy and suitable for all the long term blue water traveling I plan to do.
He'll need to be fit: physically, academically and financially. Fit enough to haul on all the boat work I need done; strong enough in navigation, tides, meteorology, outfitting, boat management and safety; and with a steel-riveted financial plan that will keep my velvet-tasseled cruising kitty bag loaded with enough coins for the cruising life I aspire to and deserve. I'll even let the Can Opener sail with me on my boat. Everybody needs a first mate.
'Course if Pussy comes along he'd better add a few useful circus tricks to his offering or I will have to reconsider my personnel needs...
--Captain Cat
(transcribed by the Can Opener)
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