Since it became apparent that we would have little choice but to remain in Tasmania for the winter and had kind of planned to be here next summer, the Smalls and I became increasingly pet-starved. Here was an opportunity where we were in protected waters for several (if not many) months – it seemed like …
She landed on all four paws. Honey the BoatCat was my midlife crisis. The Italian man I couldn’t resist, the Ferrari I had to have. So it should not be any great surprise that it didn’t work out. Honey is a gorgeous feisty fuzzbot, but, as it turns out, fundamentally unsuited to life on a …
Much time was spent on BoatCat research before I allowed an invasion of the fur that has trashed our cockpit floor, vomited in various locations and bitten all of us multiple times. In case anyone else is still thinking they will also obtain a boatcat after that sentence, I will now write about the LITTER …
This is where I write about Honey the BoatCat. I have failed to mention, thus far, that on the Friday before leaving Australia I took her for the final vet-check that had to be done within the seven days before departure. All was going well, at the wonderful Happy Paws Veterniary Clinic – when there …
Boat life, for me, has always felt incomplete without a cat. In many of the books I have read about people living on boats, there has been a cat – sunning itself on deck, occasionally doing an acrobatic leap for a flying fish, sitting on your lap under starry night skies as you scan the …