Mr. Spaghetti licks my face and purrs. Nuzzles his wet nose into my cheek, then sniffs around the inside of my ear. He chomps down. "Damn it Spaghetti!" I yell, sit upright and smack my head on the low fiberglass roof. The cat runs away. It's still dark out, the creek is loud, only a … Continue reading Five Months in the Shark