How me an’ my friends became incredible Feline Angels…

Did you know I tried to find myself a good London lawyer, one who could help me get paid some wages? Well, I found one who said she wouldn’t rescue me, but would legally advise me. Then my friend, the Mexican dustbin cat, told me to be careful, he said I’d get something called a bill, he said it could even be a rich London lawyer’s bill.

So my new London lady lawyer, who is rich an’ simply adores me, said the way words are written in my cat contract are quite important – then she said I’d been tricked, as well as kidnapped, she said that ship’s cats don’t have any rights. Nothing! No proper rights at all! How’s that for injustice eh?

I got all upset an’ started crying, my Mexican friend consoled me saying now was a good time for me to think about having his kittens…

I’ve got a small employment problem…

Do you know a good lawyer?

Mexican cats make adorable friends. I’ve met one, he’s a handsome cat, he lives near the dustbins. He knows loads, he tells me I’m bein’ robbed, that I should get myself a lawyer. I like him a lot, he tells me that one day he wants me to have his kittens, he’s all the time going on about that. My Mexican friend tells me lots of other things too – like, I should be paid the national minimum wage, an’ he thinks I’m being treated like a slave.

Did you know there’s a minimum wage here in Mexico an’ it’s eighty-eight Pesos a day? I didn’t know this until my adorable Mexican friend told me. I didn’t even know there was such a thing as a national minimum wage or even what a national minimum wage is. An’ NOW I’ve found out that, back there in England, the national minimum wage for a cat is three pounds an’ seventy an hour. Do you believe this? Did you know this? Me, on this ship, I don’t get paid any wages.

I don’t get paid nothin’, nothin’ at all, I have to work all day an’ every day just to get my terrible food.