Adventures on Cataroo Island Entry 1

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 Entry 1

Author's note; if you haven't read Adventures on Cataroo Island Entry 0.1, I recommend you go back and read that first. Because you need the start to understand the end, you see?


(Ah ha! You made it to the first entry! I forgot to mention earlier that these accounts were written at the time of my stay in Cataroo Island. Now that I have returned to my home, I have added notes like this and the entry before for your advantage in understanding as much of Cataroo Island as you can. I have found I’m not always the clearest with my words. Apologies. Enjoy the log book Best you can)


Dear diary,

 “Dear diary” is no way to start because this is not a diary. This is a log book. A log book that happens to be my only possession at the moment besides my pen. But saying “dear log book” doesn't sound quite right either. So I will start with telling you who I am. Because even if I never get off this Island I shipwrecked on, at least I will have told someone.

That someone being a book. 

My name is Jacob. I am a gray short hair. This is to my advantage because that means when I am old I will not gray because I will have already been so all my life. 

I was shipwrecked on an Island. And so far my stay has been quite peculiar. It seems all the residents of this island are cats just like me! Which is not so peculiar if you are a cat, but is if you aren't. But they are not very normal cats. Each one has something very different about them. They haven't come out of the edges of the woods that enclose this beach yet, I am yet to learn their names. 

I do not know how long I will be here. The ship that got me here is cracked in half and lying in the bay, and the people I came with have long since rowed away. In case you didn’t know, cats do not get to ride in row boats. So it would be most reasonable to think I have been forgotten and my people will not be coming back for me anytime soon. And since I am only now starting to dry off after being dumped into the cold dark waters of the pacific in the middle of a thunderstorm and swimming to shore of this island, I am not even considering swimming off this island either. 

So for the time being, I am stuck on this island with nothing but a book and a pen. 

The sun is starting to set now and soon I will not be able to see the pages in front of me, so I must be going. 

Warmest regards from a very cold cat,

Jacob

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