The cats are cold, shivering, huddled on the boat as it pulls up to the dock. "The land of milk, whispers one old tabby in his last rasp, as he tumbles to the ground and kisses it. Every nationality of cat spilled off the boat in a masse of fur and lice, reeking of moldy litter. Above them the symbol of cat liberty.
  One small, three-legged cat dragged its charcoal body towards Barry.
  "Can ya spare some kibble, lad?" he asked.
  "I'm sorry," said Barry, showing his empty pockets.
  "Rat. Rat. Rat," began the chant. The cats, exhausted, began to circle around Barry.
  "This is just silly," said Tab.