I was so glad when they finally got their arses in gear and decided to sail out of Fethiye Korfezi – I mean it’s a very nice place, but just a little on the touristy-Sunsailor-ooh-let’savapicnic side for me. I didn’t join this crew to lie around contemplating my navel. I want to go places, see things, experience life, eat lots of fish. The fish all taste the same but it’s the challenge of eating them round the world that so excites.
The further east we travel the happier I am. It’s so much more “Turkish”, if you know what I mean, much less “Cowes à la Turk”. I have to agree with them, though, it is very hot here. All of us have become quite lethargic and have found it more and more difficult to get motivated. One night when we were anchored just outside Kas (pronounced “cash”) I decided to liven us all up a bit. It was a stifling still night and my parents were lounging in the cockpit watching a film. They both looked like they were falling asleep so I suggested we go for a midnight dip. As so often is the case my idea was ignored, so I walked up to the bow and dived off (to be honest it was a bit of a belly flop as I made a helluva noise when I hit the water). While I was circling the boat for the second time with my very efficient front-pussy-crawl my Dad jumped in and joined me. Mum was shouting and following round the deck with a torch to help me see where I was going (like I needed it, huh).. Unfortunately Dad didn’t want to stay in for very long so he scooped me up and plonked me on the swimming platform. I pretended to be cross, but secretly I was quite glad to have created such a reaction. The only thing I don’t really understand is why my Mum, seeing that I am already soaking wet, insists on washing me every time I go for a swim. I mean, hello, I’m already wet, doh! Once the fuss was over I licked myself clean. My coat never looked better.
This jaunt to Cyprus sounds like a bit of a lark. I expect they’ll lock me up and harness me on the way over, but at least I know I’ll be treated like a princess when we get there. I wonder if I’ll be allowed to set foot on Cypriot soil? Whatever happens I’d better get my gnashers round some Cypriot fish when I’m there or I’ll have something to say about it.
By the way, thanks to Big Boy Buster and Sweet L’il Honeybun for their emails. It’s very interesting for me to hear what cats in England get up to. I’m glad that you enjoy my exciting adventures. To paraphrase a famous filmstar “If I bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes me feel as though my hard work ain’t been in vain for nothin’. Bless you all.” Gold star to anyone who recognizes the quote without having to Google it!
To read my fan mail from Honeybun and also Antonella, who rescued me in Bodrum, see below.
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