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“Escape From Venice”

by Myles and Maura | Monday, August 22, 2016

A few weeks before Steve was born, his parents Marley-Cat and Mako were setting off from Venice, Italy in search of a secret island that they could name after their son when he was born. They imagined a life of surfing on the beach.

The Government of Venice refused to let them leave because Marley-Cat was going to have a baby, but Mako ignored them and snuck out in the middle of the night with their crew and set sail in search of their island.

The reason the Government didn’t want Marley-Cat leaving was because she was the Queen of Italy and she was pregnant with a kitten who would one day be heir to the throne. When the Venetian Government learned that Mako and Markey-Cat had escaped in the middle of the night, they sent out ships with instructions to board Mako’s ship and take Marley-Cat back to Venice.

A few weeks into the trip, the lookout spotted a Venice-flagged attack ship. This frightened everyone and Mako ordered the crew to get to the cannons. As the attack boat drew near, Mako told Marley-Cat to get into the Captain’s Quarters and wait till the battle was over.

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  • by David Todd McCarty | Tuesday, July 5, 2016

“They go flat,” she said.

“What goes flat?” I asked.

“The cats,” she said and motioned to the old black cat laying on its side on the deck. She sucked on the crab leg she was pointing with and continued, “They go flat in the summer.”

I looked over at the cat and it did kind of look flat. Like someone had a let the air out of it.

“Yup,” she said, “Darndest thing.

We were on the back deck of her house, eating crabs. The table was covered in newspaper. A few dozen blue claw crabs, smothered in old bay and steamed so that now they shone bright red, lay scattered amongst the headlines.

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She tossed the remains of crab she’d been working on and picked a fresh one from the pile.

“So, you hear from Sam lately?” I asked.

She pulled one of the claws off the crab and whacked it with a small wooden mallet and pulled out the meat in one piece.

“Looky there, will ya?” she said. She turned her attention back to the crab at hand and said, “Nah. Haven’t talked to Sam in awhile. Last I heard she was bartending down at Jake’s in the Villas.”

“She still with that guy?” I asked.

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