Wednesday, June 19, 2013
The boys had a bonfire going and were cooking some of the fish they had caught off the pier. I question the intelligence of eating fish that swam in polluted water, but I didn’t say anything. I did not, however, eat any of their offerings. A black cat which Worm told me belongs to him, sauntered over. Rash told me his name is Jupiter. The cat sat across from me and stared, with unblinking yellow-green eyes that seemed almost eerily human. I noticed he wasn't interested in the fish either, smart cat.