Well, much has happened since I last put pen to paper. We’ve been sailing around Skopea Limani and Fethiye Körfezi for the past six weeks, back and forth, back and forth. Now that I’m on board my parents have become really popular and people keep coming to visit us. It’s always a laugh when visitors come cos it means my Mum and Dad sleep on deck with me!! I spend the whole night keeping an eye on them. I wake them up now and again to make sure they don’t miss all the crazy things that you see at night on a yacht (like flapping lines, splashing fish, shooting stars, flying insects and bits of stuff). They really appreciate me involving them in my nocturnal activities.
The first lot of people to stay with us were Orla and Jason. I wasn’t too sure about having visitors on board because they took my parents’ attention away from me; Jason’s daftness and Orla’s insatiable appetite took up all their time. I soon realized, however, that just being around Jason is a laugh. He doesn’t always mean to be funny but you can’t help but giggle when you look at him, can you? What’s a Hobbit, that’s what I’d like to know? Apparently Orla’s one.
Our next visitor was Taç. She’s been on board Esper several times, so was an old hand around the place. I didn’t need to show her how anything worked. I liked her, but I was worried that she seemed a little tired. Turned out she was in need of some quiet time and a place to relax away from the grind of the big city. Tell me about it. Those mean streets of Marmaris will always be with me. I told her that she should get the hell out and come and live on the sea, like us. She smiled at me, but I don’t think she understood what I was saying; she doesn’t speak “cat”, like my Mum does.
The most recent lot to visit were Marcus and Rachel. They were lovely. I think they are part cat. They played with me all the time. They loved me. I loved them. They gave me gifts – Mr Cat, Mr Mouse and Bee. Rachel was really brave because, like me, I could tell that she didn’t really want to go in the sea. Unlike me she conquered her fear and by the end of her stay was dipping in and out of the ocean unaided. How did you do it, Rachel? I’m overawed by your courage. I wish I could be brave, like you. (The only time I swim is when I fall in, usually at night, on a jetty, and usually while I’m being chased by big ugly cats with nothing better to do than scarify poor kitties like me…) Come back Marcus and Rachel! I’m sorry I ran off and didn’t say a proper goodbye. I’m back now! Can I come to Putney for Christmas?
Now everyone has gone, and it’s just the three of us again. I hope more people come to stay with us. I like having people around to impress with my skills and beauty…