11.28.09 we crossed Tampa Bay in a moderate chop. Tut sat on the pilot bench thinking about how great it would be to have suction cup paws. We rocked and rolled too much for me to take a photo of his ‘maintaining 9th life’ position. Tut dug his hind legs into the lamb’s wool cover on the bench. His rear end was in the air and his chest was on the mat with front legs and claws extended. I’ve tried this position yesterday and it doesn’t work for humans.
He looks over at me for help. I looked back at him, using my ‘hanging on for dear life’ stance. Tut understood the dilemma and bite down on the lamb’s wool, a sure sign of a nervous cat.
Every muscle in my body ached from the last three days of travel. I started to complain to the Captain. This action is politically correct when you are a human born without body armor covered with suction cups.
After an hour we entered Anna Bella Sound’s light choppy water. Tut lowered his rear end and released the lamb’s wool. I went to the galley to make breakfast. The milk soured so we had heart health oatmeal. Oatmeal is filling which assured us we’d make it Royal Palms Marina’s Tiki bar /grill before hunger pains set in.
The Captain entertained us by adding audio to the antics of the pelicans on fishing expeditions. Andrew’s bomber noise and boom-boom sound effects were perfectly coordinated with the pelicans dives. The foul took aim from 30 feet above their targets, scooping up fish with precision. An hour into the show Tut looked at me as if to say, “When he starts making the sound of prey being crushed in the Pelicans’ beaks, please take over the wheel.
