The Return of Midshipman Jasper

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess Normal,

I was not intending to do another early morning picture of cats. But I was again awake very early.

Sadly, it was not due to atmospheric weather conditions this time. The wind did not whoosh, nor did the rain pour. We were becalmed in Aurora Terrace this morning.

Well, I say that. The fact is that there was a foul wind coming from the south if you know what I mean. What had happened was this:

MONDAY NIGHT 
MY BRAIN: Mmmm! I love yoghurt! I especially love VANILLA yoghurt! Yum yum yum.
MY STOMACH: Well, okay. But let's go easy on it. Do you remember what happened last time?
MY BRAIN: I don't care! I LOVE yoghurt! I love it so much I'm going to sing the Happy Yoghurt song!
MY STOMACH: Seriously... I'm just saying...
MY BRAIN: I can't heeeear you! Va-nil-la yog-hurt! Va-nil-la yog-hurt! I loooove va-nil-la yoghurt! Yog-yog-yog-huuuuuurt!!

TUESDAY MORNING (4AM)
MY BUM: Va-nil-la yog-hurt! Va-nil-la yog-hurt!
MY STOMACH: Well, you can't say I didn't warn you.
MY BRAIN: Oh shut up.

So anyway. Here is another "Cat On The Prow of the Ship at Dawn" shot. In this picture, Midshipman Jasper ponders the cruel nature of fate that stole away his dearest friend, Fishbiscuits the Quartermaster. 

Ah, poor Fishbiscuits, his oldest and dearest friend. Taken not in proud battle, but by the indignity of dysentery. How well Midshipman Jasper remembered his friend's tragic last words, "For god's sake man, has no-one remembered to pack the Immodium?!?"

It's a hard life, a life on the sea.

S.