A Ship's Cat for Frenchie

Frenchie awoke from a nap with an unfamiliar weight on his chest. At first it felt nice, warm and calming. Then a set of claws pressed gently into his shirt and panic shot through his veins.“Guys? Hello? Someone—help me out!”Lucius rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not. I prefer my remaining fingers intact, thanks.”“It’s not so bad, eh?" Wee John said. "Just give it a little pet.”Frenchie’s eyes went even wider. “Are you joking? It’ll—” He caught himself in horror as the cat started shifting on his chest. “It’ll bite me.”“Nah, mate. This one’s perfectly comfortable. Look, it’s purring.”