|The black cat hops past the human that was always coughing and checks its dish again. In the mess hall, the old milk is overpowering so it licks a puddle of water. It paws the still cat in the passageway and decides against investigating the engine room.
In the crew’s quarters, it amuses itself with a rolled up pair of socks then naps on Sub-Lieutenant Galbraith’s bed. Two decks up, the grey cat bats a trembling mouse between its paws then licks chocolate from the radio operator’s fingers.
The black cat's ears prick. There is a great crash and the passageway lurches, sending the creature running and the seamen sliding after it.
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