I didn't tell him I was wanting my old cat to hear it.
"'Oh, all right,' says Bill, 'you remind me.' He loved yarning, Billy did.
"'Next night but one he slings himself up in my cabin, and I does so.
Nothing loth, off he starts.

There was about half-a-dozen of us stretched round, and the cat was sitting before the fire fussing itself up.

Before Bill had got fairly under weigh, she stops washing and looks up at me, puzzled like, as much as to say, "What have we got here, a missionary ?" I signalled to her to keep quiet, and Bill went on with his yarn.

When he got to the part about the sharks, she turned deliberately round and looked at him.

I tell you there was an expression of disgust on that cat's face as might have made a travelling Cheap Jack feel ashamed of himself.