Sorry I haven’t written in awhile, but truly I have been obsessed with a new game I’m perfecting on the boat. The crew aboard Three@Sea has dubbed it Kitty Pawball (think of it as kitty baseball with no bases). Intrigued aren’t you? Here are the details complete with a few action shots.
Equipment Needed: small play mice that rattle and make noise
Players: Me (the kitty) and another crew member (usually Dave)
Game:
Dave gathers up my four rattling mice and goes to the bottom of the stateroom stairs .
I go hide around the corner of the half wall in the pilothouse.
Dave shakes one mouse for about 5 seconds and then tosses it up the stairs.
When I hear the rattling stop, I leap from behind the wall and bat the mice while in the air. If I get it just right, I can hit the mouse back down the stairs to Dave.
Dave then shakes the next mouse, which is my cue to go and hide, and then we do it again. Over and over and over!
I LOVE this game!!! I have been perfecting my style, and if I do say so myself, I am quite good at it. The photos don’ really do it justice, due to the fact I’m lightening fast, and Kathryn’s camera doesn’t shoot this kind of high level sports photography.
I play this game every day several times a day, with a number of different variations depending on my playing partner and mood. If you have a fellow feline in your home, give it a try. It’s a great game for everyone!
After ten months on the boat—never touching land—I was finally taken ashore on Harsens Island. Because of where we were tied up, the boat traffic on the St. Clair River caused quite a bit of motion on the boat during the day. Everyone thought I would be more comfortable hanging out in Grandma’s house during the day. They were right— it was fun to run up and down the stairs and have beds to hide under again.
I'm walking on a little cement wall keeping my paws off the grass and the mulch.
They were even so bold as to let me go outside without a leash, while they were on the deck in the evenings. There was so much to explore and sniff. I had never felt grass or bark mulch on my paws before. At first, I didn’t like it one bit, but then I finally got use to it. Although I liked being ashore, I never minded climbing back into my carrier at night and heading back out to the boat with the rest of the family. I’ve grown quite comfortable with my life aboard.
I think if I stay behind this tree, they won't see me.
I can't quite smell it... I need to stick my nose in just a little further.
As you have probably read on other blogs from the family, we have been through over 40 locks in the last few weeks. I am certainly ready to be done with them . Usually when we cruise, I have Dave’s nice warm lap to sit on for long relaxed periods of time. Kathryn and Ayla are always good for some snuggle time and good long neck scratches. But while locking
Ah, back to the way it supposed to be!
through the canals everybody was busy. Dave spent most of his time up on the flybridge, and Ayla and Kathryn were outside handling lines. I’m not allowed out on deck when we are underway, however, I did manage to do some supervising through the open door hatch.
Where is the land? I kept looking out the window hoping to see land, but there was nothing but water for 5 days.
I feel as if I have been a pretty patient cat, going along with this whole boat adventure thing. I’ve adjusted to a normal cruising day, by spending most of my time sleeping on the pilothouse floor. I usually don’t eat, or use the facilities until we are anchored for the day. So, you can imagine my dismay when our last voyage the boat didn’t stop after the first day. Dismay turned to frustration when the boat didn’t stop after the second day. Frustration turned to concern when the boat didn’t stop after the third day. I finally realized there was
Dave's lap is great because of his long legs.
nothing I could do about it; so I might as well sit in the lap of who ever was in the captains chair as much as possible ,and take advantage of their sympathy for me by getting lots of strokes and scratches under my chin. Needless to say, I was beyond thrilled when the boat finally stopped moving. I took a good long bath, and now plan to sleep in the middle of their bed for a week.
Watching the sunrise with Kathryn on her watch.
BTW: I did start eating and doing my business after the first 24 hours at sea, and never did feel sea sick. All in all it wasn’t too bad, but don’t tell my family that—I want to be sure and get all that sympathy I can on future trips .
Looking for a comforatable place to sleep. Well, it's not here on Ayla's school books.
I do like to keep my life ring close by, just in case.
Things are a buzz around the boat today, with talk of doing a six day straight run in the Atlantic Ocean from here to New York City. If this rumor is true, I don’t sleep or eat very well while underway, so I decided to get lots of beauty rest today. One wants to look good when arriving in the Big Apple.
Today was a cruising day as we moved from Daytona Beach to St. Augustine, FL. As you can see, Dave had the nerve to try and sit in my chair while piloting the boat. I finally agreed to share with him, as long as he scratched my back. I thought it was a good deal.
Other members of the family have occasionally included me in their blogs.
It's a bird! It's a plane! No, it's Super Kitty!!!!
However, I felt it time you had the chance to see and hear things from my perspective. My favorite plaything on the boat is the three blue rugs at each of our doors. I can do all sorts of things with these rugs. My favorite though is when I play super kitty! Pretty good looking costume, huh?
I am an orange and white tabby cat, adopted from the Boulder Humane Society by the Besemers in August 2006, at the tender age of 12 weeks. I grew up as an indoor kitty in the foothills of Boulder. I love sleeping, chasing my tail, hiding under rugs, and getting scratched under my chin. The whole boat adventure was not my first choice, but I’m tolerating it because I get to hang out with my family. I do like keeping an eye on all the seabirds from the pilothouse dashboard. And although the ship may be called Three@Sea, the dingy is named after me!
