Captain Sings You a Song...

When I wakes up I 'spects me cuddles.
When I wakes up, I 'spects me cuddles.
When Mum wakes up I wants me tum rubs!
Eer-lye in dee mornin'!

Spark wants drink from dee faucet.
Spark, he wants drink from faucet.
He seems weird but Mum she loves hem!
Still ear-lie in morning!

She tries yoga, Moosie steals mat.
She play yoga, Moosie steals mat.
She seems mad, but then she giggle
fer yet anudder mornin'!

I 'spects milk when she get coffee.
I gets me milk if she wants coffee.
Better give me milk if yee wants coffee!
Laterrr in dee marrrning!

If Sparks plays fetch, then we gets greenies.
Spark play fetch so we gets greenies!
Sparks you go fetch, I wants greenies!
'Cept him he wants po-tayyyy-toes.

Where be PurrC? Mum go lookin'.
Where be PurrC? Mum goes lookin'.
Wit his greenies, she start roamin'!
PurrC went back to bed-bye.

Nap time, nap time, it be nap time!
Nap time, nap time, I be yawnin'.
Nap time, nap time, where be sun spots?
Good day from the mornin'!

Captain Morgan Celebrates the Day of His Birth!

Yo ho and a merry tah yee all! Tis the grand and glorious day of me birth! And I be havin' huge plans what fer tah nap in the sun, bathe me white parts, and watch them feathered dainties out the portal! Tis ah wonderous day what fer tah be Purrate, fer certain. Me thinks tis ah day when all us Purrates should dance, be merry & feast on rum-nip! It appears tahday be me 7th annifursary of me Mum's joyous event. Thanks Mum fer the first 7 years, and here be tah tha next! Yo ho ho & a barrel ah purrs me hearties! Arrrrrgh!

Happy Day O'the Valentines'!

Happy day o'the Valentines' tah each and everfury one of yees! Tis ah grand happy day what wit love in the air, flower vases what fer keelin' over, and chocolates what fer chaisin' about the deck. Or as it seems I prefer of late; tis a grand day what fer nappin' in yer kitty bed under a warm sun drenched window. Arrrgh! Me fond purrs, Arrgh!

Chester Named Angel Dreamboat #29, Thanks Be!

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?!"

Captain Morgan Visits His Old House.

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!

Captain's Afternoonmare!

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!

Visitors: Stowaways or Boarders?! New Crewmen!

Avast! Swabbie Mum did spy me fine feline face in that thar diary central this morn' as an Active Poster, whatever that does mean! Tis a fine thing tah be admiring meself on the portal ah diaries... Tis not me crew's strong suit of late; diary writin'... So Me thinks tis time what fer this here purrate tah prattle yee ah tale!

So this here weekend twas the Thanks-Be-Fer-Turkeys Holiday me thinks! And ah grand feast it t'were! Me Grandhumans and Aunt and Uncle came from hither en yon what fur tah sup wit us. And what's more they brought Purrates what seem tah visit our ship quite regular like! One tis ah handsome long haired, elderly cat what's on meds fer a poor heart. Readers of me late great Uncle Spot's page might remember him well: Rainbow! He be doin' alright longs as he gets his spirits (medication). I nare did encounter such a purr as that guy's got! Wowsers! He could purr a murmaid from the depths!

And the second cat what fur came tah visit, be the new kitten what the Grandhumans adopted this here summer past tah fill the empties left in thar hearts by the passing of sweet Spotty and Rainbow's sister Niinii... Tis big shoes fer such a youngester! She be called Wabee.

On their first visit I t'was sceptic of these here stowaways and boarders. But now I be wantin' fer tah call them part of the crew!... You see, after an evening I couldn't deny that I wanted the Swabbies tah let out the locked up kitten what fer tah play wit her! And when they did, t'was a sight fer sore eyes! Another black & white ankle bitin' tux kitten! I likes it when they looks handsome like me!

She played all that weekend and then again on this here last weekend wit Matey Moose & Ship's Boy PurrC. It did sound like thunderous horses running all over the house and up the walls and across deck after deck. I joined in the fun a bit, so nows we is all tuckered out and exhausted. It be fun tah have a kitten visit, but boy it be tirin'!

Captain's Thankful.

This here week be what fur telling eve-furyone whats yer greatful for. End I be eternally grateful tah me Swabbies fur takin' me and so many other homeless Purrates in. And what's more, I be grateful that unlike me fellows in purrs what were here but a brief time as Foster Crew, I be the one they took on as Captain of this here riff raff of a scallywaggin' crew! Yar har!! I do finds meself complainin' ah thar ways ah not dishin' out the wet foods quick enough; ah not takin' me on leash walks regular like; ah draggin' me en the crew tah tha vampire ship's vets... But truth be told I loves havin' me own crew en ship. Tis the grandest of times and the grandest of lives. Now back tah me nap time! Arrrrgh!

Captain Bids Yee a Good Talk Like a Pirate Day!

Avast me hearties! Tis tha eve ah that most glorious day: Talk Like a Pirate! And bein' a most proper glorious purrate lad meself, I do tip me hat tah each en everyone of yee what's arrived here tah prattle yer rattle en sway a swagger wit this here salted sea cat. Yo ho ho and a barrel ah purrs tah the lot of yee! Break out the rum-nip en hoist the anchor! Tis ah grand voyage en adventure we be settin' the sails fer. Purrs, me hearties!!! Arrrr!

6th Anniversary of the Day of Chester's Birth.

Today t'would have been me wee comrade in purrs Chester's 6th anniversary of the day O'hes birth. Tis wit ah bowed head en soft purrs that I wish hem ah very merry day and hopes he be havin' ah fine time up thar at the bridge. Yo ho, me heartie. Yee is still loved and missed.