Hello, humans of the Shelter Pet Project. It is I, Susie Surfcat,
with an important favor to request. (The other cats here at the shelter
told me to hold the “demands” until I was officially adopted.)
found myself in a cage in a place called a shelter. I did not care for
it. Fortunately, my Surfcat minions came and took me out of the cage,
and assured me that, in order to be adopted, it was clear I needed more
luxurious accommodations. They were very wise, and so I chose to adopt
their name as my own until such a time as I can take the name of my new
They tell me I’m “lovable,” which I believe is
what humans say when you purr and rub them with your head. (I admire
your opposable thumbs and how you invented the Internet for the
spreading of the cat video, so I say this with love: You people are
I enjoy being brushed, being worshiped as the Queen Cat, and living indoors.
My chief minion is Shana Mullin, and you can request an audience with me by emaling her at email@example.com.
Susie Surfact Surfcat Cafe and Adoptions Oxnard, California
NOTES/WARNINGS: Chapter 17. How the hel did I get to a chapter 17? Dammit, Plot!
Kat was arguing with Loki, who insisted on trying to walk around the room despite Eir’s strict instructions of bedrest, when Fandral walked in and stopped short to watch the scene in amusement for a moment before helping her herd the restless prince back to bed. Once that was accomplished, he handed Kat a scroll, telling her it was a message from Jötunheim addressed to her.
She looked at the scroll curiously then frowned at the broken seal before looking back up at the blond. “Would you care to give me a summary?” She asked in annoyance.
“I don’t know what it says, Kat,” Fandral was quick to reply, hands raised in surrender, “I merely offered to deliver it to you; it was unsealed when I got it.”
Oil companies are devastating West African communities. The Niger River Delta used to be one of the most ecologically diverse places on Earth, but after decades of oil extraction the region has been ravaged.