Kha'Riieko

The first thing that strikes us about Kha’Rii is the smell.

In fact the stench of rotten fish and brine arrives shortly before he does.

Resembling recently beached debris he saunters into the room without a care in the world. It is clear he pays little attention to his outward appearance and doesn’t preen as often as most Felidae, if at all. His knee length slacks are falling apart and his fur is heavily encrusted with salt. At 27 years of age and standing 5ft 9in tall he comes across as a laid back and self-assured. In person Kha’Rii is a genial type of fellow, easy to talk to and always eager to lend a helping hand. He explains that he works as a boatswain despite the fact that he doesn’t care much for sailing.

His dancing eyes brim with bright enthusiasm as he details how his fondness of water spurred him to take the first available seafaring job. The legitimacy of the vessel and crew were apparently unimportant factors. He currently swabs boards on a ramshackle haulier named Dolores: his meal ticket to always be within splashing distance of the soothing salt water he craves. Kha’Rii relates that whilst The Dolores may be a dump of a ship he is loyal to its crew and wouldn’t hesitate to protect them with his life.

Having sodden fur it seems is in part a hobby, one that ties in well with the pleasure of fishing. We assume the reason that his tongue is perma-stuck outside his mouth is because he likes the briny taste of sea air as much as the salt crystals he constantly licks from his snout. When not swimming, fishing or otherwise skiving off from boatswain duties he likes to whittle driftwood.

All told; Kha’Rii’s frivolous nature, loyalty and love of water cause us to conclude that this kitty probably should have been born a dog.