Heron Lake Plateau I name this boat Roast Beef. May God bless her and all who sail in her.

Had he smelled that cat when he was doing patrols?  Maybe.  But if it was near such a sharp dropoff he probably hadn't paid much attention, figuring nothing would enter or exit there.  Well, he'd have to definitely examine things a bit closer.  Hm.  The pups are getting big enough they'll start getting a bit more freedom soon, so it better stay gone if it wants to stay alive somewhere.  He had no problem protecting his family from anything that happened to show up.  It was one of the things he was sure of, even if he had a lot of questions about the way things went as the future unfolded.

I don't think it'd be too much of a problem.  Stuff has been quiet, so as long as it stays that way... Shrug.  If vanishing felines kept sharing features with ghosts instead of something more corporeal, then they could probably manage.  What've you got planned?  Quixote... Hadn't really been anywhere since he'd taken the rank.  There was that one trip to go see Tindome only to find they weren't there.  Quixote didn't think he'd be able to convince himself to go too far with the kids still smallish anyway.