Meowee furiends, look what my human caught! Meow very own fish! A Spring or Chinook salmon. Sometimes it takes a long time to catch one. Hours and hours even. So understandably I was resting below deck when the big event happened so I missed being there to get my photo with it before it was packed away on ice to keep it fresh. However, after we got to the human’s friends dock, I got to meet it.
Have you ever kissed a fish before? Apparently it’s a thing and I just did it too. It’s an old tradition although sparse on the details. The why’s and wherefurs of the purractise diffurs from one to another but here are a few reasons:
- To bring good luck
- To attract more fish
- A thank you for getting caught
- Apologize for catching
- Out of respect
- Speed up healing from hook (only for catch and release fish)
- To become a true Newfoundlander
- Selfie opportunity
- A dare
Is it safe to kiss a fish? Due to fish being known to host to a variety of microscopic parasites, you could run the risk of getting a viral infection when kissing it. That can be further amplified if the water it was caught in was contaminated with any toxic waste and bacteria, either resulting in an upset tummy and severe diarrhea for several days.
I supurrvised the human as he cut up the fish, and the one he caught the day before, into smaller dinner sized pieces, but when he got out the machine to shrink wrap them to put in the freezer, I headed out to my usual purrch to relax and keep a watch out for any flying thieves. Now we will have fish all year round.
Next we are heading for warmer water and less windy areas back in one of our faourite places, Prideaux Haven, for a couple days. Paw paw for now =^,,^=
Last year I was either too busy eating prawns and sleeping, or out of internet range to post about our adventures and if I don’t post about it soon, then the moment is lost. The humans say I have the attention span of a squirrel! Well, I have something to say about that….
It was this time last year that we were in Squirrel Cove and we are again today. I don’t know why it’s called Squirrel Cove, but it is. This photo is from 2017 when there were a lot of fires burning in BC and the skies were full of smoke.
So far we’ve been to Pender Harbour and stayed at the dock for the long weekend, then to Prideaux Haven in Desolation Sound with 6 other boats for a couple of days. The weather was purrfect for the humans to swim and float around in water they say is the warmest north of Mexico.
My human dad has been trying his hardest to catch me a lot of prawns but so far this time he hasn’t been as successful as usual. Oh well, it might be for the best. I had a vet checkup a couple of weeks ago and I’m on a bit of a restricted diet and we don’t know yet if prawns are ok or not. More on that in another post.
Yesterday the weather was almost too hot but then became a tad unsettled at night and it rained. It’s sunny today but windy and supposed to rain again tomorrow. Then get nice again. Tomorrow we will break away from the group and go to Campbell River to meet some other humans. I’m just along for the ride, and the prawns.
Paw paw for now =^,,^=
Good day furiends. My humans finally caught me some prawns. Meowee, they are just delish when they are so fresh and raw. Cooked ones are purrty good too. That’s how the humans eat them. I’m starting to learn that I can purrform my tricks without being asked and it’s working well to get treats.
Here in BC we have prawns called Spot Prawns because they have white spots on their shell. They are the largest of 7 commercial species of shrimp found in Canada’s west coast waters. According to SeaChoice (a watch dog organization concerned with the health of our fisheries and oceans), wild, trap-caught, B.C. spot prawns are a “Best Choice” option based on four sustainability criteria used for assessment:
1. Impacts on the species under assessment
2. Impacts on other species
3. Effectiveness of management
4. Habitat and ecosystem impacts
My humans use 4 baited traps on long lines attached to buoys that are lowered about 400 feet into the water. Meowee, that’s a long ways down. Thank goodness they have an electric puller to bring them back up to the surface otherwise it would be really hard on their arms and they might not want to try prawn catching as often. That would be bad.
This evening was the dinghy concert. An American country singer named Robin Landry, and her band the Chicksie Dixs, flew into Prideaux Haven and purrformed for a couple hours on the swim deck at the stern of a huge 80 foot boat called Pres du Soleil. A sea of dinghies all raft together behind the boat with all the humans eating, drinking and generally being silly. It’s getting bigger every year. Again I stayed behind and boat sat while all the humans left to go to it. It was the 5th annual concert, and my humans have attended 3 of them now. Two years ago it was the rain concert, last year the sun concert, and this year the smoke concert. What will next year’s be weather-wise I wonder.
If you like seafood and music, what kind do you like? Paw paw for now.
Day 7 of our cruise was a travel day to one of our favourite anchorages in Desolation Sound: Melanie Cove. The two hour trip was about as smooth as my fur, and as the video shows, I spent a few moments on deck enjoying it before I headed inside for a quick and comfortable cat nap.
Meowee, the forest fires here in BC are very serious and as we got closer to our destination the sky was full of smoke, almost hiding the majestic mountains that surround us. It wasn’t affecting our breathing but it wasn’t quite as bright as it was. I heard the humans mention that in some parts of the coast, visibility on the water was less than a mile, and back at home it’s even worse.
The humans have been talking a lot about a dinghy concert that’s happening tomorrow and many boats have filled the anchorage which now resembles a parking lot. Luckily our favourite spot was empty and we easily rafted our 5 vessels there. Once again, out came the inflatable air bags and once again the humans took to the water for fun, and to keep cool. I really don’t understand it.
I have to go. I see a few dragonflies buzzing around and they are terribly distracting. Paw paw for now.
Meowee furiends, it’s been a few months since my last post. I had my 3rd birthday a couple of months ago in February and my humans forgot. To those who left a few good suggestions on my Facebook page about what I should do (to my humans) about that, I thank you, they helped me feel better.
Just before I show you a video of my new furiend Nacho, let me first say that he is one lucky little kitty. Not only was he rescued from under a truck in Mexico half dead, but his humans, who happen to be friends with my humans, will be bringing him back to their home here on the BC west coast where he will become a boat cat like me. And I just found out he’ll be flying in next week! I can hardly wait to show him the ropes…wait, I mean lines.
It’s not easy for street cats to survive, anywhere, even harder for kittens, and by the sounds of it, Nacho probably wouldn’t have survived if not for the quick action and kind heart of a compassionate human who made the effort to prevent that from happening. Apparently it was touch and go. But as you will see, look just how well Nacho recovered. He’s a fighter.
Bringing pets from one country to another is not simple either. Once I find out the story of Nacho’s journey from Mexico to Canada, including vet certificates, airline requirements and other paperwork, I will report back.
I really hope we’ll get along when we finally get to meet. He’s already good buds with his furiend Toby the Chihuahua as you will see in this video. I’m sure they will miss each other but don’t be sad because Nacho will be going back to Mexico for the winter and they will be together again. So without further ado, I present Nacho…
GPS Motion X app for iPhone. Marina top left corner, waypoint marker for geocache in yellow.
There was no cellular service in Gorge Harbour but human mom checked before we arrived and knew there was a geocache in the area. The marina had a strict check out time so she only had about an hour to kayak over to the island, find it, and return before we had to leave. She had manually put the GPS coordinates into her iPhone Motion X app as a waypoint, and was able to navigate offline to the location. The GPS works without cellular service. Unfortunately she couldn’t find it because she forgot to write down the clues. She’s sure she would have found it if she had a bit more time because she was very close. She’ll try again next time.
Gauging the weather conditions the old fashioned way.
As we left I checked the air and the sky to determine what kind of travel day we were going to have. Even humans used to rely on observation, patterns and folklore to avoid being caught off-guard by the elements before technology was around. This is how I do it. First I determine the direction of the wind on my whiskers. Easterly winds, which blow from the east, can indicate an approaching storm front; westerly winds mean good weather. Strong winds indicate high pressure differences, which can be a sign of advancing storm fronts. Then I take a deep whiff, close my eyes and smell the air. In a low pressure atmosphere, plants release gases, generating a smell like compost and indicating an upcoming rain. I also check for humidity. You can feel humidity, especially in your fur. If it’s curling up and getting frizzy, then the humidity is high, which tends to precede a heavy rain. Lastly I watch what the birds are doing. If they are flying high in the sky, there will probably be fair weather. Falling air pressure caused by an imminent storm causes discomfort in birds’ ears, so they fly low to alleviate it. Seagulls tend to stop flying and take refuge along the coast if a storm is coming. Birds get very quiet immediately before it rains. If you practice these methods you can become very attuned to reading the sky and air to gain the ability to predict the weather quite reliably. I was quite confident that the seas would be favourable as we headed East to Grace Harbour.
Looking south on the Strait of Georgia heading east.
Just as I thought, the day turned out spectacular for the 3 1/2 hour cruise to Grace Harbour; a flat calm sea and a blazing sun. The humans got quite a bit browner after today, especially mom in her bikini. We met up and rafted with the 4 other squadron vessels that had left a short time ahead of us. Human dad headed off with his fishing gear again while human mom kept cool in the water with the other humans. Before long he was back with a couple more pink salmon. He’s my hero.
Hanging around the fish cleaning table, watching the 2 freshly caught salmon get cleaned and filleted.
This morning we woke up to gray skies and pouring rain. What a contrast from the sun baked days we’ve had for the past couple of months. Some rain is welcome but not when you’re on a boating holiday and your boat has a lot of outdoor deck space. I don’t normally go out much when I’m at the house so I don’t quite understand that rain is wet and something I’m not supposed to like. It doesn’t stop me from going out, but my fur shore gets frizzy and is much more maintenance than usual.
Human dad prepared the boat for departure and then went for a nap to wait for the rain to subside, and it did, but only until we started untying and bringing up the anchor of course, and then the flood gates let loose. Everyone got soaked in a matter of minutes. Soon though we were underway and heading out of the cove towards brighter and drier skies ahead.
We stopped in at Refuge Cove to get a few supplies and fuel. The sun was starting to peak through and the fuel dock looked like a great place to stretch my legs. A couple of time I jumped off board without too much fear when I thought they weren’t looking, but that only got me closed up in the cabin, especially when they went to the store. We weren’t here long and soon headed off to Squirrel Cove. By now the skies had cleared and it was a beautiful evening.
Tomorrow I get to go on a dinghy ride to the little islet we anchored near. I was on it 2 years ago as a kitten but we didn’t get to spend much time on it so human mom was hoping to bring me back one day, and here we are!
Looking for furiends at Garden Bay Marina
Day 2 at Garden Bay Marina, and I thought I might get bored when the humans leave me on board to go socialize with the other humans. There aren’t many furiends for me to greet this time. My dear furiend Skipper, a seasoned boat dog, passed away peacefully last December, and some of the other humans with furiends aren’t with us this trip, so I’m it.
Playing with a dragonfly
But then, what looked like a small bird flew in the cabin and I couldn`t resist the urge to catch it! I chased it all over the boat, up onto the counters and spilling debris onto the floor…what a mess. Later I learned it was called a dragonfly. Then there were these buzzy hovering yellow & black striped bugs called wasps….they don`t play nice so we don`t like wasps. Thankfully the humans have these special paddles that zaps the wasps dead when they touch it.
Cool evening purrs on deck
The weather has been sweltering hot this week. We’re having an abnormally hot & dry summer this year and water restrictions are in full swing…water restrictions? How can that be with all this water around me?! The evenings are a bit cooler and once the sun ball goes down, it`s very pleasant to sit out side after dinner. Tomorrow morning we set out to an anchorage we were at last year called Prideaux Haven, in Desolation Sound. =^,,^=
Comfortable in my carrier on a bumpy Salish Sea.
July 31st we left on our 2 week “Northern Sea Cruise” with the Port Moody Power & Sail Squadron. Our first stop over was in Pender Harbour on the Sunshine Coast, one of our traditional stops on the way out, and back again on the way home.
It was a beautiful day but the Salish Sea was bumpy and the ride was rough. I don`t fare so well in those conditions and I tend to drool and have other bodily reactions that are not befitting to mention of a cool seafaring cat such as myself….and it`s a 6 hour cruise. My human mom scooped me up in a blanket and took me outside to the upper helm deck. Even though the motion is more noticeable there, at least there is fresh air. I sat quietly with her for a couple of hours and then they brought up my carrier for me to lie in. Once we passed through Welcome Pass, the waves had started to subside which helped immensely. I was slowly feeling better and getting my sea legs back.
Entering Pender Harbour, BC
Waiting for the rest of the fleet to arrive at Garden Bay Marina in Pender Harbour, BC
To state the obvious, I was quite relieved once we were tied up to the dock at Garden Bay Marina. A few chews on my oat grass and I was feeling back to normal. We are here for a couple of days before heading out to our next stop. If you`d like to see where we are or have been, check out My Geocat Map. Mom will also be looking for any nearby geocaches and taking my trackable travel fish tag along to visit them. =^,,^=
Photography 101 Day 18 Today is all about straight edges, and tweaking your image to ensure your lines are perfectly positioned. Today, show us an edge — a straight line, a narrow ridge, a precipice.
Sleeping on the bow sprit
At the stern
On the brow
On the upper side walk
On the dash
Starboard side looking astern (decorated for Hawaiian theme day)
Port side look ahead
Minstrel has many ledges and edges that I love to explore. My territory is contained within them. From the bow to the stern, the brow to the dash, I find where the best advantage points are to survey my surroundings, or to take a nap. I love looking down the sides of Minstrel. The lines of her narrow side walkways reach back and forth to the edges of the world, and beyond.