I UNLOCKED JACK AND Sandy’s boat and made my way down below. After digging through a few lockers, I eventually found where Sandy stored the cat food. Just as I was pulling back the lid of a can of Fisherman’s Delight, I felt a set of claws digging into my leg, and a furry face looked up at me expectantly. I scooped out the contents of the can into a dish and set it on the floor. I have to say, Fisherman’s Delight certainly didn’t smell delightful, but that didn’t seem to be stopping Mrs. Moto.
The Japanese bobtail finished her meal, jumped up on the couch, and washed behind her ears. I poked around in the cabinets until I found where Sandy hid the cookies. I made myself some coffee, grabbed a couple of cookies, and sat down next to her. She sniffed at the snacks but decided they weren’t n
