Dear diary,
Raven here.
This is a continuation of the diary in CozyCat. We FINALLY zoom off to Lothall, nothing in our way. Winston and Gunther are reading the latest hot gossip in the New YorkCat Times (apparently Sean Catery just released a new James Felined movie, having braided his chest fur into intricate patterns for special effect.) Agnus is doing strange chicken stuff, and me… well … I’m piloting the ship!
Suddenly, I see a collection of asteroids getting CLOSER … CLOSER … BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!! The Cat Toy goes PURRRRRRRRRRZERK!!!!!! I sound the alarm! MROWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MROWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!! MROWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
At this point, I must press the PAWS button on this diary to give a little more context. If you know Winston and Gunther, you may slightly know this, but if you do not, it’s a new fact to you that these two felines go a bit overboard when it comes to pressing buttons. They ignore my yowls to calm them down, and randomly start going crazy with the ship, causing us to spin and jolt even more. I try to secure our course, but they’ve disabled the steering!
“What have you done!” Lucka and I yowl over the blaring alarms. “We need to get out of here!”
I barely hear Gunther purr, “Just trying to lend a helping paw.”
We feel a sense of queasiness inside us as the ship jolts a rickety figure 8.
Suddenly, the ship’s intercom beeps wildly. A choppy hologram of what is to me a most furmiliar beige-ish light brown cat who you may have heard from various messages appears right before our eyes.
“Rave… heard…” Harold de Houston starts.
“That Harold?” Gunther purrs confusedly. “That bloke you’re always texting?”
“It’s called FAN MAIL,” I hiss in his ear. “And he’s no bloke. Now just listen”
Dear Ravey Rave,
This is sooooooo exciting to be in the story. I showed this to EVERYBODY in the neighborhood. Fruitloop is majorly jealous.
Don’t worry, I won’t give anything away.
“Raven…heard…” PAWESOME!!!!
Onward to Lothall!
Your fanniest fan…and now co-conspirator,
Harold de Houston (^^)