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Pepper rubs around my legs. The tide is receding and there's a few little fish caught in the weir trap. It’s ingenious. I pick up a fish big enough to eat and toss it in the basket. Then I grab a smaller one. I’m about to throw it back in the ocean when Pepper flings herself at me and grabs the small fish from my hand. Twisting in the air, she falls back to the sand, her tail landing in the water. She jumps back and when she does; the fish falls from her mouth. The fish drops into a deeper area where we’ve stacked some rocks to keep the posts in place, and her breakfast takes off, easily swimming away.

“Meow.” She scowls at me and turns her tail straight in the air.