My name is Knock Neevis. I was released in the Sand Hill River with all of my brothers and sisters. We all split into groups of one or two. No one came with me. As I float toward Lake Winnipeg, I ponder this thought. Will I ever see my fleet again? Over the next few days I see a shape, ՉIs that a boat?Չ I whispered to myself. It was. All of us had made it to our moment. A group of feral cats were hunting in the bushes. I had always loved cats and now I actually got to see them. This was my moment.