Roanoke Island

Well it's Sunday, May 8th, and we will be sailing in a week.  The gang
plank is down and the perishable stores will be loaded by Wednesday.
The crew members are doing all they can to batten down their places on
board, and new members are ghosting over all the time.

The biggest problems seem to include the rigging and net systems, and
some strange rumor that there is treasure on Frank and Nikki's island.
I've got the crew working on the rigging, but I'm not sure that we can
do anything about the island rumors.  I can see the island covered in
cat holes after we land there, if we can't staunch the rumors now.

Yesterday, I had to remove three kits and a cat from taking over my
quarters.  They seemed to think that I wouldn't mind sharing with them.
 Hah!  I don't share my condo at the Retreat, let alone my quarters on
board the Mouser.   One of the kits told me that a certain cat, you know
who you are, told him that he wouldn't mind sharing his quarters.  For
once and for all, Captain,  you are not in charge of the ship.

The boarding party will be Friday night at sundown.  We'll sail Sunday
with the tide.  The fat wench promises gooshy food, cat nip, and lactose
free milk for those who want it.  Music will be provided by CDs and the
Mouser Kit Chorus.  At this time we'll post the watches, draw for
prizes, and set up hammock and shelf positions for those who haven't
claimed them already.  Just remember that my cabin is MINE.  I don't
care what Captain says, I don't share nicely.

Cap'n Pine Cone esq.