Mick and Furball
Rip marched along the Waverider’s halls, on his way to the room that Sara and Kendra had taken over for their workout/timeout from testosterone sessions. He passed Mr. Rory’s cabin and then stopped, walking backwards two steps to look inside.
That cat had an incredible knack for finding whichever crew might be taking a nap, Rip decided. It was as though it had a warm, inert-body radar. He sighed. He was pretty sure in the millennia of time masters traveling through time, there had probably never been a ship’s cat before.
He shook his head as he continued on his mission to find Sara to ask her opinion about a time anomaly in the era of Genghis Khan. When this crew met, he would have bet the Waverider that Mick Rory would never be found snoring loudly, clutching a small cat as though his life depended on it. Or that said delicate creature would be purring just as loudly and kneading the big man’s chest.
Still, he thought, in the old days, ships nearly always had a cat so there was some historical precedence. He doubted the Waverider would ever be overrun by rats or other vermin, the original need for a feline crew but then, maybe this crew had other needs that Fluffy/Furball/Lucky/Lucifer/Bast/Shrodinger might satisfy.
Like Sara’s heartbreak.
Truth be told, he wasn’t sure if the anomaly was concerning enough to justify landing in such a dangerous time but he could think of nothing better to keep Sara’s mind occupied than hand to hand combat with a horde of marauders. God help the Mongols, he thought.