“Ew! What’s that?” I hollered as I touched something furry. It purred. It meowed. It climbed my sleeve. “Hello, cat, are you my little missing cat? Are you the ship’s little sweetheart? Where’re your babies? Oh wait, I just imagined them, didn’t I. Would you like a drink, madam? Well, I sure would.”
I groped around until I found a glass. Nah, why bother. It’s not like I hadn’t ever drunk from the bottle before. My father had been able to sniff out liquor on a glass in the sink but there was no way he could smell your breath (mine that is) on the neck of his bottle of gin.
Aha! “Lucky me, cat! Found some gin, or something. Who cares? You’re sure you won’t join me? She was sitting on my shoulder by then, so I stood up carefully, groped around some more, and found a bench, so I sat down. Pe
