Last hurricane season we had been living on the boat for just two weeks before Irene came on the radar. The marina we were docked at had many seasoned sailors who liked to sit around dispensing advice. Our neighbor dubbed them, "the retired man's coffee circle." We filtered through all the "advice", and got the boat secure, but not our cat.
Moxie likes to explore other boats, and the night before Irene was to hit, she snuck out again. We searched everywhere but couldn't find her, and in the morning we asked the "coffee circle" if they'd seen her. No one had, but they were quick to remind us of our friends cat who washed up on the dighny dock. Then went on to debate if cats can swim. I worried mostly because a lot of boats were being moved for the storm, and was afraid she'd stowed away with some unsuspecting person.
I was right, she had snuck on another boat, fallen asleep, and when the owner came to move it, he scared her so bad she jumped overboard! Lucky for us she managed to stay afloat long enough for him to find a net. Thankfully it was the only excitement of the day, as Irene missed us. The next morning I greeted the guys at the 'coffee circle' with, "At least you know cats can swim now."
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