Tuesday, 23 October 2007
The Manning the Rigging Disaster of October 23rd, 2007
It is four fifty nine on The Cat Boat. The Pacific Ocean looks like a two-day-old bowl of drinking water. The cats are all in different areas and compartments of the boat. Independently, they all stop what they are doing - eating, drawing, checking emails, having a wash - and move towards the rigging.
Each one of the one hundred and fourteen cats on The Cat Boat independently has the same idea.
Each one of the one hundred and fourteen cats on The Cat Boat thinks to itself, 'I am going to man that rigging.'
The cats move towards the rigging.
The cats begin to man the rigging.
The first cat to man the rigging is Trixabelle.
Then about twenty eight other cats.
Then the rest of the cats.
All one hundred and fourteen cats man the rigging. They look at each other. They feel embarassed.
'This rigging sure is manned,' says The Old Curiosity Shop.
'This is probably the most manned this rigging has ever been,' says Cloud Atlas.
'Thhhhhhhh,' says Lisping John Murphies.
Some of the cats go red beneath their fur.
Some of the cats wee themselves in embarassment.
Eventually the cats de-man the rigging and then stand about awkwardly, not looking at each other.
'Sorry,' someone says.
'Yeah, me too,' says someone else.
The cats go back to their seperate areas and compartments of the boat.