Promises and Consequences

Powder Monkey’s Cat’s Log, 11th June 2014

Promises were made.  Promises I expect to be honored.  I heard much talk of all the fresh fish I can eat, new smells and new places to explore.

Instead what do I get??? The same dry tasteless rations as always and rocking on a chair word monkey calls an ‘Oceanic Simulation Device’.

I called it my damn napping spot until everything went all planet of the apes in here.

If I don’t see some fish soon, blood will be split.

The fresh stuff mind you, none of that canned shenanigans they tried to pull last week…or their ankles get a visit from Hector and Spector, my right and left  claws respectively.


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