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.
