For the past 2 1/2 weeks that we've been anchored,
this little guy has lived with us here on the boat.
He has been seen everywhere. On the bow, on the stern, and on top of the wheelhouse.
One day he was dive bombing us in the laundry room, but then he made his way back outside
where we've seen him off and on.
Last night around 1am, I walked outside and almost stepped on the little guy as he sat
on the step outside the back door.
A closer look and I realized he was sleeping.
He was all crunched up in a cute little ball, protecting himself from the wind.
I wanted to scoop him up and bring him inside, it was a little chilly last night by Texas standards, but I didn't want to give him a heart attack as these big human hands grabbed him.
Instead, I went to the galley and grabbed a piece of bread, and broke off tiny little pieces
and put them in a pile next to him.
We all wake up sometimes and want a snack, right?
A few hours after I saw him, the boat moved from Galveston to Texas City, just a few hours ride up the river.
As we now sit at the dock, I've made frequent rounds of the boat,
looking for my furry friend. I haven't seen him yet.
Did he jump ship when we pulled anchor?
Did he abandon us for a bigger more spacious boat that was in that same anchorage?
I'll keep looking, just in case.
Hopefully he's ok.