Cats sailing

Cats are always a blessing aboard. I sailed with a very large Maine Coon cat named Buttons. He fearlessly guarded his territory (the boat) and because of his yellow color got the name 'el Tigre' by local kids who came by to see him. One officious port captain actually asked me if my tiger was tied up. Since Buttons usually wore a harness, I said "yes". The guy went below and a few seconds later came flying up the ladder and sped to the dock.
I figure that my cat yawned which scared the fellOw saw a tiger. My papers were thrown at me and I never saw the port captain again.

sailing cats

Rosie was the other half of our sailing cats. She was an Irish dutchess. Pranced on her toes as she swished her over-fluffy tail. She was a great boat cat. Usually she was very shy with strangers. However, on the boat, she lost all of her inhibitions and whenever anyone came aboard, she jumped up on the aft table in front of the guest and spreadeagled for a tummy rub - go figure (lol). She would hop up beside me at the helm whenever we went out of the slip. Baccarat, on the other hand went down below and dug his claws into some wood and held on.