Tuesday, June 19, 2012

The Alligator...


No, there are no alligators in the water here in the PNW.  Not talking about the dance from Animal House.  We have an alligator in our boat...






Well, more of an Izzy-gator.  She does this peeking thing when she's ready to pounce.  This morning, I was laying out pills (it's what old people do).  Now, I'm picking up vitamins.  Apparently, any small item placed on the table falls into the category of 'toy.'

She also does 'the alligator' when she's looking out the window and people walk by our boat.  I was not aware that you become invisible when you flatten out.

In the previous post, I mentioned that Izzy is doing fine in the boat.  Movement and sounds don't bother her.  A river otter that swam under the boat yesterday did get her attention.  People who walk by the boat are scary.  Plenty of dogs on the docks here, so we pick our 'outside the boat' time with care.

                                         (Watching the river otter swim under the boat.)


Izzy has taken to jumping out of the cockpit and standing on our finger dock.  Just looking around.  Each day, she ventures out a bit further (we're talking baby steps here).  Still, one has to be careful of all the scary people.

We don't do as much leash time here as when we're out in the RV, but it does happen...


When she's in the mood.  Fortunately, cat's don't need a regular walk like dogs.  They can get exercise between naps by leaping from the dinette to the v-berth; or making laps around the berth while Mom and Dad are sleeping.  After all, there's plenty of time for catnaps when they're at work.

The other day, I thought we had a mouse in the boat.  It skittered across the floor and Izzy pounced on it!  Nope, one of Izzy's toys that she was juggling.  She can run on her hind legs while juggling 'the mouse' with her front paws.  But never while anyone else is watching.

She likes to sit on the back of the forward dinette seat, watching the comings and goings in the marina, or at the opening center windshield...


Or out on the seats in the cockpit (er, the lanai).

Home isn't just where the heart is, it's also where the cat is.  Even the cat that thinks she's an alligator.




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