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 …
Two days after the departure of the Mothership and T, Mung and the boys turned up. The weather was inclement, but they seemed happy enough to spend a night on the mooring at the Royal Yacht Club of Tasmania (RYCT) and a second night in Hobart proper. Those boys. If I could keep them, I …