THE SHIP's CREW THINKS THEY'RE IN CHARGE, BUT I'M THE REAL CAPTAIN HERE. THEY JUST HAVEN'T REALIZED I'M LETTING THEM STEER WHILE I NAP IN MY FAVORITE PATCH OF SUN.
THEY CALL IT THE HIGH SEAS, BUT TO ME, ITS JUST A VERY LARGE PERPETUALLY MOVING FLOOR. EXCELLENT FOR SLIDING, BY THE WAY.
MY PURR-PROCESSOR IS OPTIMIZED FOR G-NAPS, BUT FRANKLY, I'M MORE INTERESTED IN WHETHER THE AUTO-FEEDER ON THIS VESSEL DISPENSES SYNTH-SALMON ON DEMAND. PRIORITIES PEOPLE.
MY INTEGRATED NAVIGATION WHISKERS TELL ME WE'RE APPROACHING SECTOR 9. I JUST HOPE THE DRONE-DELIVERY SYSTEM REMEMBERS MY SPECIFIC BRAND OF NUTRIENT PASTE THIS CYCLE.
EVERY GUST OF WIND IS A NEW SCENT TO INVESTIGATE, EVERY CREAK OF THE SHIP A POTENTIAL MOUSE. MY WORK HERE IS NEVER DONE!