Commerce is humming along here on the station. Just last night a strange ship requested emergency clearance to dock in bay 4. We were relieved (and some other things) to learn their only distress was that they had "a deal so great it just couldn't wait!"
Apparently some sort of interstellar beverage vendor, they came to offer MoonCats and their pet Ethereans a sparkling opportunity. We tried to shoo them out, but word travels fast. Before we had a chance to show them to the airlock we were all knee-deep in a sea of purring. So, it seems that 256 MoonCats will be offered the position of SpokesCat for their own flavor of:
Space-thirst, prepare to be quenched!
A few MoonCats (including that rascal 0) slapped a paw on the dotted line before we could stop them, but there are still 250 positions left. So, to distribute them, we are holding a station-wide raffle. Enter your MoonCats today, or wake up with a "present" on your pillow!
Please remember to review distress policy guidlines subsection C, A through 7 before invoking emergency measures.