Avast, Ye Scurvy Cats!

Day 130: "Avast, ye scurvy cats! 'Tis Black Whiskers th' Pirate an' I be wantin' yer booty! Sheath them claws or feel th' bite o' me cutlass. I'll shave ye bald, ye feline scoundrels! Be a'ter 'andin' over th' chow an' make it right snappy!"

Oh dear! Black Whiskers may find his adventure taking a left turn if he takes on the Captain and crew of the Her Majesty Skunk's flagship, the Hairball. First Mate Tip has sworn to rid the galley of piratical mice and indeed has ushered a few to the gibbet. Beware, Black Whiskers, lest ye find yerse'f drawn and quartered!

Bit of a diversion today for 365 Caws. It's a boring old Saturday. What can I say?