Of *course* I'm laughing at you Qui Gun Kit. And I'm lauging even
harder at Lily because she copied you and although she isn't burping
bubbles, she did get very wet!

I have to confess that I am very much enjoying this adventure so far.
As a senior diplo-statescat that is. I have a wondeful cabin with great
sea views and wooden panelling, and although I have to share it with my
human that's fine as it means I finally get some quality time with her
because Lily has to stay with the younger cats below decks.

My beloved Princess Pandora was unable to join us because she damaged
her knee a few weeks ago and the TED said that she had to rest it. Our
human vetoed her coming on the trip so she could get better. We have
been joined by a friend of Lily's, Basil, who we didn't expect. He
lives 3 doors down from us in Cardiff but he's always around our house
for lunch. He's a fluffy big tabby and white maine coon who has always
wanted adventure and figures that he's a good influence. He is in fact
a complete niphead who spends as much of the day as he can stoned out
of his brain, rolling around in the garden, but he's harmless enough
and he loves kittens. Cap'n Pine Cone agreed to have him aboard so that
he could keep an eye on them, but all he's doing is getting them into
more trouble.

Cleo is a bit overwhelmed by things I think. I don't think she's
enjoying it as much as she thought. The albatross we saw yesterday said
some rude things about her weight and called her a landlubber, and
she's very sensitive about these things. She's got permission from the
Cap'n to just take it easy and find her sea legs. So we've agreed that
she stays in the cabin and sunbathes in the window for now.

For some reason Qui Gun Kit keeps calling Lily, Lucy and confusing her
with Lucy who he has a serious crush on. He's also baffled by Lily's
thick Welsh accent - I don't think he understands a word because she
meows so quickly! Still, the gang of kittens seem to get on very well.
Rufous keeps breaking out in Spanish because that's what his paw speaks
sometimes and he's picked up all sorts of words. I'm not so sure
they're what the kittens need to learn so I might have a word with his
paw.

What he doesn't realise is that I know exactly what he's saying because
I've actually been to Mexico and that's why I'm the diplocat, because I
meow 5 languages - Cat, Dog, English, Spanish and German! I also speak
some parrot, but I find the sqwaks difficult - it's like chinese with
about 200 dialects and I'm quite tone deaf.

Right, well I have to go smack Lily upside the head. I can see her up
in the crows nest showing off to the American kitties about how brave
Welsh kitties are. The little minx has been telling everyone she's from
Scotland - I have no idea why as the only cats who have been to
Edinburgh in this family are me and Pandora and we couldn't understand
a bloody word anyone there said. Nice country though. She's be
screaming that she's stuck in a minute and I can't afford to have us
Brits look stupid. There's quite a few os us on board and the
intercational relations are going very well. I don't need Lily to spoil
it.

His Royal Feline Lordship Tiger.