As will happen in cramped quarters, the passengers on the Ark began to get on one another’s nerves.

The mice and rats, in particular, had no respect for anyone else’s personal space. They were into everything. Cute as their bright little eyes and pink little paws might be, their nibbling and skittering annoyed everyone. Worst of all, they multiplied.

Something pushed on my leg. I cut a look at Steve-o to my left, thinking he was giving me a private signal to check somebody out, but he was talking to Lucas, so I looked down.

A cat was standing on its hind legs, one front paw on my thigh, one front paw tucked up against its furry chest.

It’s Caturday, so this story had to have cats in it. 🙂 I hope Mr. Nikita, The Opinionated Pussycat, enjoys it. I’m pretty sure Jane will. If I forgot anybody, I’m sorry. I’ve had so many fur friends over the years, some of the names…

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