For anyone that is a new reader, Logan is a cat that lives with me on my 32′ sailboat. We haven’t decided who owns who, but I will give you one guess who pays the bills. When thinking of a name with a 12 week old impish kitten, I liked the name Logan from the old TV series Logan’s Run, and this has come back to bite me in the ass.
Logan has decided he has a wanderlust that I had never seen in him before this spring. When he was a kitten I tried to take him outside on a leash and he would have none of it. Apparently his views have changed. Things would be much simpler if:
1. He wasn’t diabetic
2. I didn’t like to cruise all the time.
Logan Assessing the Marina
The first minor stray was for an hour. The second walk about was for a day and a half. That one called out the troops and ended with a very hot mess of an owner, and a cat that came back on his own while three of us were out looking in the wee hours of the morning. I have some really great friends (Thank you Sundee and Trey).
For those of you that know us, Logan has been content for months on the boat and would not even look out the window. Coming into the cockpit was a major accomplishment but seeing the water was enough deterrent for him to not to stay there very long.
….enter stage left…Nookie
They Call Him Nookie from Q dock
Nookie is the quintessential marina cat. He is a Pixie Bob that trucks around P and Q dock like he owns the place, and maybe he does. He goes where he wants, when he wants. He sports a harness with a tag bearing his slip number on it, but I’m not sure you would normally get close enough to read it. He likes to hide behind dock boxes and stalk you at night. He also feels completely free to board any boat, at any time. He’s like a furry coast guard.
Hey, Where’s That Black Cat?
When Logan and I first arrived on Q dock in May, Nookie visited us every day for a week. He would hop aboard and walk around the boat looking in each and every window at the two of us. He would stare in the open hatch causing strange sounds to eminate from Logan’s throat. One morning when the blinds were closed in the salon, I awoke to his face staring at me through the V Berth porthole.
Eventually, Nookie must have become bored because he stopped visiting. Logan, however, wanted to go for a stroll. Maybe he was looking for his friend, maybe he saw a kitty freedom he didn’t know existed. After the day and a half absence with no insulin, and who knows if there was water, he looked bedraggled. He was exhausted, and I was sure he had learned his lesson. Nevertheless, we went in for vaccinations and a microchip. I measured him for a harness like Nookie’s.
Logan had other ideas and went on a Logan’s Run. This time it was for three days. Each morning and evening I walked the docks paying close attention to any boats that were covered and checking all the dinghies. I called his name and listened for a response – he usually answers. I had actually met Nookie’s mom at the Elks a few days before, and checked around their boat. No Logan. I was distraught. Why hadn’t I gotten a collar or harness yet and put his tags on? At least I had the vet office put DIABETIC in his name for the microchip.
On the third day, I walked the docks again, checking under tarps and calling him. Just before the ramp, I looked into the cockpit of a boat I had checked daily, and there he was. The marina was power washing the next dock, creating a horrible noise, and he was petrified. I coaxed him out and he dug his nails into my shoulders as we walked back to the boat. Clearly, this was the last time, right?
Found on Another Boat
Within a few hours I caught him half off the boat! It has been 90 degrees here and I can’t keep the hatches closed or we will bake in our own juices. I have ordered a tracking chip but it hasn’t arrived. I find little Nookie prints on the boat sometimes, and I hear his thump when he jumps aboard. The temptation remains.
Given the lack of the tracking chip arrival, and a very strong will not to buy an expensive tracker ( I found one online that is REALLY cool…. real time tracking), I used what I had at hand. Logan now has a bungee cord collar with his HOME AGAIN chip and rabies tag..it will stretch enough that I don’t worry about him being caught on it, and the home again tag has my number, his dock and “diabetic” on it.
Several days after Logan’s last return I met another live aboard named Nick on the dock and he asked if I was the one with the black cat with the white patch. OMG!!!! “You SAW him???” He said yes…once behind Paul’s dinghy “talking to” Nookie, and once near Nookie’s boat. At least I know where to concentrate my efforts in the future.
Logan Chatting With Nookie from the Salon
We were off cruising for a few days, on a mooring ball with no where for Logan to go, so I could stop worrying for awhile. Now that we are back, Nookie is back to the daily visits. I was serenaded a few nights ago by meowlings from our finger dock. One morning I awoke to strange noises and looked up to see Nookie, directly over my head, peering in through my overhead hatch, and he hissed at me! That bugger! He and Logan were having a detailed conversation about something which ended abruptly.
Last night it continued. I saw a tiny boxing match. Nookie came aboard while I was below and I heard much chit chat I could not understand. Logan is out….and roaming the topsides, but it seems after his long discourse with Nookie, he has decided to just wander the boat perimeter…maybe.
I’m glad he has a friend. I was worried that he would be bored on a small boat all day even if I do work from home. The exercise is good for him (moth chasing now), it’s just his medical condition that keeps me wanting to shelter him. However, he’s not quite 8, and he has a lot of years left to go living on a boat. He should learn to be dock savvy like Nookie, and I need to learn to let go.
Nookie Checking On Us From the Cockpit