At 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.