Saturday, 18 October 2008
Vortex has fallen in the water before once, but that was at our old, 'mill pond' like mooring. Falling in on the tidal Thames is a whole different matter.
Fortunately Vortex isn't the kind of cat to put of the inevitable, so after about two days here we heard a loud miaowing in the mornign and found him crouched, shivering and very disgruntled, inside a huge tire fender hanging from one of the garden barges. He must have jumped onto a sloping skylight, slipped on the morning dew and fallen in, and then swum to the garden barge, climbed up the rudder and into the tire. With a neighbor hanging onto my legs i managed to get him out and once we had dried him out in front of the stove he was fine and back exploring, jumping, hopefully with a little more forethought, between boats, and guarding the boat against the local cats.