River waited, and was rewarded with a sound like a rocket shuttle going past the entrance to the bunk, followed by furious and joyous barking.
“What the hell was that?” came Mal’s voice, drifting down from above.
“A Vorpal cat,” Simon’s voice replied.
“A what?”
“A Vorpal cat. Very rare. Almost extinct, in fact.”
“Well, if you don’t get it off my bridge before Fiddler catches it, it’s gonna be even more extinct.”
-- Taste - REPOST by Jane0904