To the rest of the world, the fossillike ship was a barren, unwelcoming blemish on the marina. To Roger, it was a safe haven, a place to go and contemplate his aspirations. He spent much of his time there in unconscious sojourns, absorbed in a paracosm filled with kibble and riches, and stained in the subservience of humanity to his whim. This existence is a dreadful litter box, he would curse upon waking. I will bridge these worlds soon enough.
OMG. YACHT CATS.