Captain's Log, stardate 4528.6. It appears that our tribble complications have resurfaced. Long range sensors have indicated a large mass of biological material which first officer Spock has identified as tribble in origin. I can only assume this is some sort of childish prank by the Klingons as retaliation for the little incident on Deep Space Station K7. I have ordered an intercept course with the biomass. A huge furry mass fills up the viewscreen.
KIRK: Mister Spock, is that what I think it is?
SPOCK: Indeed. It is, what appears to be, a giant tribble. Although, how it reached that size or how it's surviving in the vacuum of space is beyond me. Additional studies of the phenomenon are required for further understanding.
UHURA: Aww... it's adorable!
A deafening purring fills the ship.
UHURA: (holding her hands over her ears) I think it likes us.
KIRK: (also holding hands over his ears) It does seem that way.
McCoy bursts into the bridge.
MCCOY: What's that godaweful racket!
The ship suddenly lurches. Crew members fly across the bridge.
KIRK: Mister Spock?
MCCOY: (Pointing to the viewscreen) That thing is trying to eat us!
Shocked glances bounce around the bridge. Spock raises an eyebrow.
SPOCK: Logically, that would make sense. It is a tribble afterall.
KIRK: Any sign of the Klingons?
SPOCK: No. Nothing.
MCCOY: Tribble? Klingons? Not that anyone is bothering to ask me, but I think we are going to find out what happened to the Klingons and we aren't going to like the answer.
The ship lurches again.
KIRK: Mister Scott, I'm going to need all power to the forward shields!
SCOTT: I'm givin' her all I can, sir!
The giant tribble eats the Enterprise.
SPOCK: I found the Klingons, sir.
MCCOY: Told you so.
The cat's name is Tribble. Oh the irony.
On a side note, we never did get to play Star Trek Catan that night.