|A very secure Jetsam just yesterday...|
Today was the day!
When Bruce and I first moved onto Dos Libras, we installed lifeline netting to keep the felines on the boat where they belong. We've had a few "transgressions" in the year since, but for the most part, the kitties know where their cat food is served.
I made a grave error in judgement yesterday when I let the cats join us on the dock while we were sorting gear. I should never have let them think it was OK to leave the boat. But I did...
While Bruce and I were having breakfast this morning, both cats were up in the cockpit enjoying the wonderful weather. Unbeknownst to us, Jetsam had evidently gone under the gate or leapt from the back of the boat, where there is no net, to the dock. Just then, our neighbor, Dan, came down the dock to offer us the use of his car if we needed it.
Jetsam tried to jump back aboard by way of the step. Since the gate was closed, she landed back on the dock. Then when she saw that Dan was coming closer, she made a mad leap into the net and rebounded into the icky water that is Clear Lake. Luckily, Dan was there to snatch her quickly out of the water as Bruce and I clambered into the cockpit to see what the ruckus was all about.
|There she is - top center|
Dan Handed Jetsam off to me and I set her into the cockpit where she immediately dove for the interior and shot straight to her safe spot in the V-berth.
I spoke to Dan for a few moments then excused myself to go find Jetsam and assess the damage.
Bruce crawled forward and coaxed Jetsam out of her hidey-hole.
Funny thing, I had been trying to decide if it was too cool outside today to give Jetsam a bath. I read somewhere that boat cats get salt air on their fur, and if they lick it off, they can get too much salt. I guess the decision to bathe her has been made!
Lucky for me, I have a stock of cat shampoo aboard waiting for just such an event!
Poor Jetsam! She was really good about it all. She wailed a little bit but, other than trying to climb the wall, didn't put up much of a fuss.
|Poor Widdle Puddy-Tat|
She has never been much of a snuggler, but I guess she's making an exception today. (Just look at that FACE!)
She shivered a little and we went through three towels... Plenty of cuddling... and a little ruffling to get the water off! I actually think I felt some faint purring between the shivers!
In the end, she was none the worse for wear with no damages except for her pride. She hid for a little while, then came out and stared at me as if she was trying to figure out where to assign blame...
Born today is a much wiser Boat Cat. I just hope the lesson was learned and we won't have to do this again anytime soon. Oh, and where was Jezabelle during all of this? Well, as soon as the s&@t hit the fan... she disappeared. I guess she'll have to figure this one out for herself!