Yesterday we said goodbye to our crew mate Pickle the cat. She returned to her boat
Rodeo, set to travel further south to Brazil.
Pickle has been great entertainment for us. Not a night went by where she didn’t
wake me up by tapping my nose with her paw, licking my back, or bitting my
toes. We taught her how to fist pump like the locals, drink out of a glass, and pretend to use the toilet (classic!). We tormented her with numerous unwanted
cuddles and received many scratches in return. She chirped at birds and jumped through hatches
unexpectedly. She sat in her litter box when we sailed anywhere and gave us a
look of utter humiliation. She sat
on or in every bag or box she could find.
We only lost her once, which just so happened to be seconds before her
owners arrived to pick her up!
Luckily we found her squeezed into a cubby-hole amongst books and
computer cables.
We will miss you Pickle!
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| Pickle fist bumping |
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