Me and my friend the cat
The other night we were listening to Louden Wainright III, and we paused the iPod to go to bed. At stupid early, Haskell was roaming around the boat and unpaused the iPod. We woke with a start to Louden’s strained crooning cry “Me and my friend the cat”. Did you?  Why did?  Wha?  Did Haskell?  What time is it?  Grrr. But Haskell has come a long way since puking in the v-berth whenever it got rocky. After we fed him crab he regained his love of life. Now he kills string again. Today he enjoyed Ling Cod for lunch, and had both raw and cooked salmon for dinner. He does alright.