Fishy Time

            It’s not easy being a party animal.

 

            Meeee-ow, I’m lying, okay, I’ll admit it.

            There is no way that a kitty could not enjoy the purr-fection, the meow-ness and the
overall, (meeeee-ow what’s the human word?) I think it’s class.  That’s it.  There’s no way you couldn’t enjoy the classiness of the Troutie ship.  After all, those Trouties are all about sophistication and class.  They are the purriness of what a cat should be.
          Besides that, they had so much food!  Meee-ow you heard that right, and you probably knew that already but they had food, everywhere.  There was any type of fish that you wanted along with any kind of cat treat which made Barney happy.  Why?  Well, they ordered a ton of Whiskas and he’s addicted to them.  I was having a good time though, sampling every piece of fish that I could see. 
        Do you think I’m pulling your tail? 
       Well, picture this a huge dining room and I’m talking huge.  I’m not sure how to describe it to you humans, maybe as big as that fancy boat the Titanic but that might be a bad thing to compare it too.  I heard all about that boat and that is not a good story.  Besides, the Mayor told me that their ship was unsinkable and I had to listen to him.  How could you not?  He was da Troutie mayor and his credibility was sky-high.  I wondered if there as any way he could run for one of those human offices, he’d straighten everything up, definitely.  But he may be to smart for that idea.
      Oh, if you’re wondering where or what everybody else was doing, that was easy.  Everybody was eating, except little Midnight who was following Daisy around and just looking at her really cute-like.  Sure, she was snacking but she was hanging onto every little thing she was meowing.  It was meowy cool.  However, we had to remember to take care of business.  It’s easy to get caught up partying but we got a killer to catch!