Adventures of Admiral Hestorb

Ahoy !

A week ago, I was put into a crate and carried against my will to the Admiral doctor. I recognize that there are times that I am not thinking as clearly as I should be because I am ill. My attendant seems to sense that and despite my vigorous protestations, I am taken and subjected to handling by a man I am becoming to know rather intimately though that is not my wish.

However, I will admit to feeling far more like myself and able to leap tall boxes in a single bound again. I am chronically this event as well as an subsequent like events so as to provide a log to show the High Court if I am forced to report my attendant for needlessly disturbing me.

The profile picture I have posted for you to enjoy and admire me in my regalia, was done for me (he has a thing for kitties) by Paul. I have learned to make out a few words when he speaks as he has tamed his Massachusetts accent to some extent. I have proposed that he sail the high seas with me on my next voyage which will be happening soon. I am, after all, in the service of the Queen, the Supreme Wirdle. I expect another directive from her soon.

I have things I must attend to..grooming and selection of feasting materials for the day and perusing advance orders from the Queen already received.

Keep your eyes on your port bow. You never know.

The Admiral, at your service.