Chuck has a new hangout: on the main sail (folded and resting on the boom) under the tarpaulin of the new boat. He spends most of the day there napping. I had taken a bad picture of him yesterday with my mobile phone but today I went back with a real camera. I woke him up inadvertently when I entered the boat, but he was happy to see me. So happy that while torn between greeting me or stretching first, he fell off the main sail.
The top picture was taken just before he started gliding. He fell only about 1.2 m (4 feet) which isn't much for a cat (
I would not recover within seconds from a such a smack to the floor). I put him back on the main sail. He first thanked the tarpaulin for protecting him from the wind and then jumped into my arms for a hearty hug. My man.
