The Westlake Pirates

A flotilla of Canada geese patrols these waters. Cruising in fleets of five and seven, they glide eerily between boats, painted faces perfect and alert. They'll appear silently, all together, and hover, watching your every move, soundless. Nevadelia Lotus Blossom sits atop her kitty condo, puffed up and riveted on their every move. She licks her lips, pressing paws against the glass. Fascinated. She drools slightly, eyes wide, like she's planning a buffet. She thinks she's much bigger than she is; just one of these geese could snatch her up as an appetizer.