Nostromo is making hysterical hooting noises and flashing its lights on and off. This is all rather exciting, but as I'm being ferried through the passages and walkways I feel helpless, and would really rather be free to run around. Also, the can-opener is hurling herself around like nobody's business, so it's not a smooth journey, I can tell you. Anyhow we roll to a stop, and I can tell straightaway it's because we've run slap-dab into the hairless kitten again. Only I'm not sure I can call it a kitten any more - it's really big now. Honestly, it's like a super-giant cat. But since it's still only a few hours old and clearly hasn't been housetrained and hasn't a clue how to groom itself or behave in can-opener company, I shall continue to call it a kitten. Because, technically, that's what it is.
Later, Jonesey confronts the alien and tries to share the secrets of charming the "can-openers." From the delightful blog Cats on Film. Link -via Maximum Verbosity