We have screens for all our windows and the door on our boat. As we were loading things, and once into the slip, we didn't think all the screens were necessary. Oh, the occasional fly, but no big deal. A few little gnatty things, but no big deal. We sat out in the cockpit after dark, and it still wasn't "buggy."
Well, apparently, a few flying critters found their way into the boat. Really, no big deal. One of us, and I will mention a name: little Izzy, is determined to keep the world safe for democracy... and she does this by chasing down anything that flies... and is smaller than she is (she's not going to take on an eagle or a pelican... perhaps not even a sparrow).
On High Alert...
It was warm last night, and we were able to sleep with the windows open, no heat running. I think Iz had vanquished any flying critters before we went to bed, but apparently the marauders were trying to break in during the night... we heard little Izzy flailing at the screens... over and over. All night.
That cat is fearless... selectively. Any bug, flying or crawling, will be dispatched... with a certain amount of flailing. Quiet hunting genes were apparently not passed down. Prey must be "chattered" at before the big pounce. Really, if anything can hear, it's going to know she's coming. It's cute. Well, not at 2:47 am.
Fearless. Except around people, since they are all out to kill or, at the very least, do great bodily harm to her. Even though no one ever has. Even people who say, "Oh, what a cute kitty! May I pet her?"
Apparently, someone walked by around 6:03 this morning. Izzy leaped into the v-berth and burrowed her way to our feet. Where there isn't a lot of room, anyway (hey, it's a V-berth; you know, shaped like a "V").
I guess it's time to get up.
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