Unmoored

I just started reading Coming Unmoored, a most excellent blog. Stephanie has recently moved from a fancy Arizona mansion into a two room, one bath house on the waterfront in Oregon. Her Balinese cat, Rumi, took the move with aplomb except for one ... tiny ... hitch.

Just before lunch, Rumi was lazing on a sunny window ledge in the front room when a fishing trawler roared by at top speed.

Rumi’s ears flattened and his eyes bugged out of his angular little head.  “That’s a BOAT.  What the freak is a BOAT doing tearing through our front yard?!”

And before I could field that question, the wake from the boat hit the house, rocking it violently from side to side.

Rumi hastily scuttled from the window sill to the floor where he did his best impression of a two-dimensional object until the worst of the rocking had stopped.  Then he looked up at me in abject horror.  “Oh you have GOT to be kidding me!  You’re telling me we’re on water?  WATER?!!” he finished with a squeak.

I tried to scoop Rumi up into my lap to comfort him but he was having none of it.  Instead, he scurried to his carrier and tucked himself inside. If he could have figured out the zipper I’m pretty sure he would zipped himself in, too.

Managing to reassemble some small modicum of dignity, he blinked once sagely and then informed me: “You can take me back to the airport, now.”

Read the rest here.

Comments

[Hattie]

I sympathize with that cat. I was on a houseboat in the Columbia and a big boat came by and knocked me off into the water. Luckily, I was on the side of the houseboat where the current was flowing away, so I wasn't pulled under it.

[Hattie]

Oops. I meant the wake from the boat tipped the house and knocked me off its deck!