shithead

It's been well documented. Our cat, Shithead*, doesn't like sailing. He hates the engine noise, he gets seasick, cold, scared. There's no place for him to look outside and watch what's going on. We don't like to let him outside much for fear of him falling in the water and not being able to get out. That's not really a life we wanted for him. When Christy's parents offered to adopt him, we nearly fell over ourselves accepting the offer. They live in a big beautiful house in the woods with lots of windows to stare out of, no water and no real motion to speak of.

So this weekend, Christy and I flew him out to Connecticut to his new home. We stuffed him in a small soft-sided cat carrier and he rode under the seat in front of us the whole way. He never made a sound the whole way. We took him to his new house and let him loose. Unlike any other new place I've brought him to, he immediately took to this place. He nows owns the place. We are so relieved to know that he's in a safe place and being well taken care of.

But we're still a bit sad to come to a quiet boat every night.



*Shithead was actually named after Steve Martin's dog in The Jerk. But, as luck would have it, he can on occasion be a feline shithead. If the shoe fits...