I originally wrote this post many years ago in honor of Samantha’s cat, Pepper, dying very suddenly. Many of you know that since then, Chibi has also passed on, and more recently, so has Tiburon. I spent my first birthday without her, and spent a lot of time reflecting on the furry creature who slept in my bed and escorted me through my 20’s, 4 apartments, and so many life changes. She meowed when I sneezed, and didn’t suffer fools. Her purr could soothe any heartache. I miss her every day.
To know me, is to know my cats. My cats, Tiburon and Chibi are not exactly water fanatics or ocean admirers, but cats and the ocean have a deep relationship, and one that spans almost as long as humans’ relationship with boats.
To have a cat on a ship is to have a worker and a confidante. Cats eat rats and mice, who are fond of chewing ropes and eating precious food reserves, and spreading diseases. They also serve as mascots and friends. Almost as far back as humans have been sailing, humans have been bringing cats with them.
“I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul.”-Jean Cocteau
Cats can bring soul to any home-even a ship.
Cats are odd creatures that simultaneously offer great affection and feelings of home, while at the same time staying true to their hunting instinct…
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