One of Cee's younger subjects had been adopted by a young kit. Cee approved of this. This young human was one who would listen. Perhaps he could teach it to other humans. Cats could teach humans so many things. But few humans were willing to take the time to listen.

This young subject had recited poetry to him. Poetry that honoured cats. The subject thought that he was Rum Tum Tugger, but in truth we was more like Growltiger.

Growltiger was a Bravo Cat, who travelled on a barge:

In fact he was the roughtest cat that ever roamed at large.

From Gravesend up to Oxford he pursued his evil aims,

Rejoicing in his title of `The Terror of the Thames'.

In his case the Thames was the Saint John River and the neighborhoods a tad closer. But the feeling was the same.

But this was not the subject upon which Cee meditated. There is a strangeness in the air. Last night the moon turned blood red. Since then the fabric of the land had been disturbed. It was calming down, but Cee could still feel a hole. And strange creatures were coming through that hole.