Come to Kirkland, Where a Cat Can Walk With a King

It was small and black and white and looked lonely in a distinguish sort of way, as it wandered confusedly among the long tables in the Kirkland House dining hall. It was a cat.

It must have been a smart cat because it came on a Wednesday and only a smart cat would know they served fish on Wednesdays in Kirkland House.

But it was also a brave and foolish cat. After it had finished eating about forty helpings of fish it wandered through a door that was bad to go through because the cat, although very intelligent and handsome, was really just an Apprentice Seaman and didn't belong in the Officers' mess. But he was a lucky sailor, and he walked out unscathed, not even restricted from weekend liberty.