Midnight Prowl [Narrative]
Being a cat, Jake was prone to prowling about The City at various times of day and night. Sure, he was an intellectual, as well. A scientist, even. With knowledge beyond that of many humans. But he was still a cat. Which meant that he had cat needs and cat desires. He liked to walk on fences (which he had made the habit of doing every night before bed.) He liked to chase mice (though he never ate them -- it was all in the sport.) And naturally, the mouse understood. He liked to sing songs in hopes of meeting a feminine feline. But, most of all, he liked to creep past the local fish market and see if there were any new trouts on display.
Jake could imagine that being a fisherman in The City would be difficult. What with everything moving around. But, as a cat, Jake was particularly pleased that the fisherman stayed in business. It was the one store that Jake never had trouble finding. The smell was just too overwhelming. And delicious. Mmm, it was so delicious. Heavenly.
His paws padded along the sidewalk as he made his way to the fish market. It was a small store with a glass front window. There the owner had already placed out tomorrow's selection on ice. Jake stood up on his hind legs and pressed his front paws and nose against the window. Snapper, cod, perch, and trout! Oh, and that trout looked delicious. He wondered if Jennifer would like it if he brought home a trout. It would be a nice change from tuna. Not that Jake was opposed to tuna. Oh no. He liked tuna very much. It was the greatest human invention he could think of! So rich, so juicy, so ... fishy. And in a can, no less! Quite a convenient contraption. Jake vowed that if he ever made it back home, he would introduce tuna to his people. It would be an instant sensation.
When Jake realized that he was drooling on the window, he dropped back down to the sidewalk and licked his lips. Delicious. He'd have to return during daylight hours to make a purchase. He could hardly wait. Oh, it was going to be the feast of--
He blinked. What was that? He stared up at the sky at what appeared to be a spacecraft. Another astronaut? How had he not realized this before? And it was massive. From where he was he couldn't even see the end of the ship's hull. Quite extraordinary! And it was flying! Well, hovering was more like it. But that was one step better than what his ship was doing. (Collecting moss.) He squinted his eyes to make out the writing on the side of the ship. U.S.S. Enter-something. He'd have to walk around the block to see the rest. But this certainly was quite fortuitous. If he could discover the identity of the ship's captain, perhaps the two of them could devise a means of fixing their crafts. Yes!
Jake ran back home. He'd have to tell Jennifer all about this!