At long last, I was able to text Otto. He responded quickly. He didn’t know that the Cataloupe 3 was sailing to the United States.
Otto texted, ‘I thought you were headed straight back to Adelaide. I wondered why Uncle Nelson was joining a ship going to Adelaide, but I didn’t ask. He doesn’t tell people much about what he is doing, and I don’t like to pry. Did the pawrents of Saphira’s ballet kittens know they were going to be away for so long, I wonder. It sounds as if there was a mix-up.
‘Anyway, how is it going? And have you met Nelson yet? He has a young cat with him. She’s a pretty little female with the same pawparents as dear Freya. Her pawmum is the youngest in the family, and she is a famous illustrator.
Uncle Nelson is a family friend. Sirin’s great-aunt passed away recently, and Sirin was one of the beneficiaries in her will. You might have heard about the great-aunt, Vera Clawsen. She’s well known. I’m a bit vague about what’s going on there. Sirin had been invited to meet Vera, but it was too late, so her cousin invited her to stay instead, but she was too young to travel by herself.’
I replied that I hadn’t met either of them, but Mitzi and I were now acting as staff members and didn’t get the chance to mingle with the first-class passengers as we did before. When we saw passengers, we served their meals, arranged their entertainment, or assisted with their accommodation. I told Otto about Mitzi’s bravery rescuing a little kitten yesterday, and he sent a string of paws and hearts.
Otto sent some shots of Sandy riding with him on the motorcycle.
A note: these are all fantasy images, not real scenes, and they were created with AI.
