October 06, 2010
My son-in-law has a great job. Besides his responsibilities watching cats, he is also a fishing boat captain. He is master of a mighty vessel; sailing the seas with impunity, he wrestles deep-sea creatures and drunken fishing charter customers with ease.
And to be honest, I’m jealous of his job. All that time on the water, the quiet, the waves, the smell of the sea. To be a fishing boat captain is the ultimate freedom; point the prow west, put her in gear, and just keep on going. At least, until you run out of gas or food. Then you’re screwed
But then he came up against this thing. Speaking for myself, I haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since he showed me this monster he dredged up from the murky bottom. He said it feeds on whale carcasses, but I have to say that I fear for all of my body orifices just looking at the damn thing.
Be careful out there, Catsitter. It’s a scary place.