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Jarik Venn is having the worst day of his unremarkable cargo-hauling career. It starts when a cat hits his windshield. In space.
The cat—who insists on being called Brentley and claims the whole thing was Jarik's fault—immediately takes over the captain's chair, presses every button he was told not to touch, and launches into a wildly contradictory tale of abduction, bureaucratic persecution, and personal heroism.
Then the Familiar Reclamation Bureau actually shows up. Turns out some of the cat's story might be true. Not the heroism parts. Definitely not those.
What follows is a catastrophic chain of events involving a stressed-out corgi inspector, a glowing hairball, a glittering implosion, and the creative interpretation of "presumed dead."
By the end, Jarik's ship is mildly on fire, his clean record is in ruins, and his new passenger is purring about sequels.
He should have just let the cat float.
Jarik Venn is having the worst day of his unremarkable cargo-hauling career. It starts when a cat hits his windshield. In space.
The cat—who insists on being called Brentley and claims the whole thing was Jarik's fault—immediately takes over the captain's chair, presses every button he was told not to touch, and launches into a wildly contradictory tale of abduction, bureaucratic persecution, and personal heroism.
Then the Familiar Reclamation Bureau actually shows up. Turns out some of the cat's story might be true. Not the heroism parts. Definitely not those.
What follows is a catastrophic chain of events involving a stressed-out corgi inspector, a glowing hairball, a glittering implosion, and the creative interpretation of "presumed dead."
By the end, Jarik's ship is mildly on fire, his clean record is in ruins, and his new passenger is purring about sequels.
He should have just let the cat float.
