Captains blog, first entry

17-2-24

All is quiet, though peace has not yet returned.

Mooshka is roaming the decks and refusing to be lured by the aroma of oatmeal. I do not believe that I will not be able to hold the felid hordes back much longer. I am afraid it is a matter of when, not if that they will break through our defences. I hope for her sake that Mooshka escapes to safety or finds herself entrapped within its steel confines, feasting heartily on a meal of oats, rather than becoming one herself. The first mate Lupin is keeping up morale with her unconquerable optimism and entertaining antics as per the norm. It is nearly time for us to turn in for the night. All that is left to do is ruminate on the riddle of a washing machine becoming a water tank and wait for the hordes to make their grand entrance.

All being well, I will be back on the morrow.

Captain T.A.F kneebeard.