Birthday: February 22nd 2005 Coloration: Black and White Likes: Purring and making biscuits out of his humans' hair while they sleep, getting his armpits scratched Pet-Peeves: not being fed on time, being ignored Favorite Toy: milk cap rings, stolen twist ties Favorite Nap Spot: under the captain's chair, with a rung as a pillow Favorite Food: tuna can water, butter, rose petals, and any wet cat food. Skills: looting and pillaging, climbing onto high places, bathing only his white fur, greeting people with a nose rub to the face [aka kisses], screaming the word "Maw" Dwells:
indoors Arrival Story: Captain Morgan's Mother (the Admiral Fluffy) was thrown overboard by her owners for having kittens aboard. A kind neighbor took her and her newborns in and called the House of Mews (no-kill feline shelter). Their ship was then docked at our house for fostering. The Captain claimed his domain and refused to leave. All of his family found homes within a week of returning to the House of Mews. Arrrgggh! Bio: He governs Jamaica via satellite. He spends most of the day maintaining the discipline of crew-- Moose, Sparkman, and the Swabbies (humans). He is a born leader with an imposing presence and loud voice. Lives Remaining: 8 of 9 Forums Motto: ter-rawr of the seven seas The Groups I'm In: **Environmentally Friendly Cats & Dogs (EFCD)**, *~ENCHANTED KITTIES~*, Brusselball, Friends of the House of Mews, I Knead You, Navin and Buds, Pirate Kitties of the Seven Seas, The Black and White Ankle Biters, The Kitties' Club, The Minnow Sammich Men's Club The Last Forum I Posted In: Navin R. Johnson-Davis & Chelsea Bird Wedding RECEPTION:
It do bring me great joy to formally thank me heartie, that thar queen ah Catsterland: Samoa! It seems this week she's gone en named me lovely late brother en cabin kit Chester, Angel Dreamboat #29. Tis such a dream remembrance of ah guy what were around for such a short while; but who touched so many of our hearts. Tis wit pride, and on behalf of me beloved Chester that I thank yee, Samoa! Yo ho and a barrel ah purrs; I say Samoa be worth her furs!
And in his honor, let me recite a tale of his sweetness:
Twas a warm summer morn' and Chester t'was out wit Swabbie Mum, bobbing in the billowin' waves of the garden. He were wading in the tall grass. Bein' ah short lad, he t'was face high wit a common yellow flower what we call a buttercup here. He gently sniffed and purred tah the flower as if t'were callin' it the beauty it t'were... Than without much warnin' me hearite lad bared his teeth en chomped the buttercup down with a ferocious lion demure!... With pollen on his wiskers and a perfume still in his nose, he looked at Swabbie Mum and purred, "Can I have more, please?!"
Swabbie Mum & I went on a wee stroll out in dee stroller. I t'was wonderin' where we was headed, since I nay did remember this here house and that... When me eyes rested on the corner house! T'was just October last that we did move tah tha new ship and it seems that we is still allowed tah visit the old, empty hull of our old sailin' vessel! So I commenced tah fussin' and scratchin' at me stroller walls. Swabbie Mum seemed tah have anticipated me discontent and had me leash en collar ready at hand and on me neck like a whip. I lept from tha stroller ontah tha sidewalk channel and ran me heart out tawards me old garden sea yard! T'was glorious fine, me nostrils filled wit the flowers and grasses and all the memories ah summer t'were there. Ahhh, ah fine sight fur any purrate. I gave me Swabbie headbutts and purrs ah plenty in thanks.
She suggested we go inside, and who am I to disobey the request of me good Swabbie!?! Up intah tha house we ran. Around me old crows nest (the front porch), and paws out the mail slot! T'was ah grand time as she unlocked the front door... And then I came tah realized that this here t'ain't me home no more. Tis but a derelict ship, adrift on the seas now! I ran from room tah room callin' fer me crew "Look lively there lads! The Captain be callin' yee! Answer me, wee Purrate Lads! Where be be comrades in purrs!?" But nay ah voice did I hear.
Swabbie Mum t'was messin' wit water faucets and checkin' the old cold chest (fridge) en such. The COLD CHEST!?! I ran over and stood beside it ah callin' en beggin' fer some gully meat (Wet cat food) or dairy (milke or cheese). Some treat be left behind fer ah Purrate?! She opened the door tah have me look in and shocked I was tah see en empty box! No foods nor treats fur me!?!
That were it. I yelped at her once mehr end off tah tha front door I dashed. "Time what fur tah return tah tha new ship, me Swabbie!" She came ah runnin' en fixed on me leash. T'was a good thing too, fur as she opened that thar front door, I made a clean dash down the walk fur the sidewalk channel. She tired me tah tha railin' en locked the door behind her. Than I all out ran en strolled me way back tah tha new ship.
T'was nice tah visit me old place, but tis here that me crew be! Here be me food! And what's more: here be me own bed. Sigh... Tis grand tah be the Captain!
Thanks be that me Swabbie be home! I t'was just having a most powerful nightmare (nay as it seem tah be afternoon- t'was an afternoonmare!). But there I were asleep en yowl-growlin' as loud as if I t'were awake! Me tail was poofin' and twitchin' along wit it. What I t'was dreamin' on, I can't quite remember. But Matey Moose says he looked up from his nap at me, saw I was asleep and put his head back on his paws (that lazy seaturtle!). But me Swabbie Mum, she jumped tah attention and rushed tah me side tah kiss me soft ears en pet me ruffled fur down. I woke wit ah start and when me eyes focused on Mum, I let out a soft yelp of excitement! She t'was a sight fur sore eyes! I rolled over tah show her me belly what fer rubbin' and purring a bit... She has me honorable permission tah wake whenever she sees me troubled so! Arrrgh! Now, what was it pray tell that was vexin' me in that thar fantasy? I can hardly remember!
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