And now, a message from our Resident Pirate:
Yarr! I be Captain Cattoy, Mateys!
I be huntin’ the Orange Tiger that goes by the name of Narrrrrrrrrdo. I hear tell his collar’s made of gold.
Join me crew, or I’ll keel-haul the lot of ye!
(I put the pirate in catnip overnight, so we’ll see if Nardo grabs him during the day. When I last saw him, he was sleeping under Piper’s rocking chair.)
I’m aboard captain. First onboard, it appears.
Cap’n, I think that cat be cursed. The last fellow who tried to steal his collar fell overboard — it was right spooky, Cap’n, no one even saw ‘im get pushed — and the big gray shark got ‘im before he’d been in the water thirty seconds. It was terrible t’see, I tell yer — me ‘ands were shakin’ the rest of the day.
Cap’n, whatever ye do, leave Nardo’s collar alone!
Yaaar, put away the treasure map; there be a duck behind ye, Cap’n.
A fowl peeking duck.