Posted Sept. 17, 2019, 3:09 a.m. by Captain John Tiberius Glen (Captain) (David Fergusson)
[Snip]
As the door opened they were welcomed by a big surprise. There lounging on one of the couches of the room was Ginger the ship’s cat. Except in this case the cat was nearly the size of a Terran tiger and was chowing down on some kind of leafy substance that scans showed was a mix of catnip and some kind of meat. The cat for the moment seemed innocent of their approach/entry lazily licking the leafy meat. But scans oddly confirmed too that the cat was now the source of the readings that had brought them here.
William stopped when he saw the enlarged feline, drooped his shoulders and sighed “That’s it. I quit” He murmured in an annoyed tone. He grabbed the communicator from his belt =^=Grey to Bridge, I’ve traced the source of the strange readings… it’s the bloo..” He paused “The cat. It’s Ginger, he’s gotten big, like tiger big and it’s eating some sort of cat food. We might need security here and whoever his veterinarian is. That is if he even has one. For now, I’m just going to do some non-invasive scans and hope his food doesn’t run out=^= He reported.
=/\= What in hell has Faith been feeding him? =/\= Glen asked rhetorically, but then realised, =/\= This is the Reality Stone again! Like the Tuna fish incident. We must be getting closer to have so many of these events. My advice would be to leave him be and stay clear. Ginger doesn’t like being disturbed when he is eating. =/\=
Turning back to his team “Alright don’t get too close, set up our scan beacons around him, also does anyone know where that food came from?” He asked “As I recall the wee taffy doesn’t eat anything anyone gives it. Unless maybe the Captain and Yeoman Hopkins”.
-Glen, CO
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