We went to an ‘Après-Boat Show’ cocktail party at the Red Tabby Yacht Club last night!
Why do they hold this each year? Because it seems like a fine idea. And it is.
There’s not much better than wallowing in all things marine till you’re so tired yer gonna drop… and then popping over to the boat club the next day to celebrate the start of a new sailing season with like-minded folk.
Pussy Galore was there, surrounded by every unattached cat in the place. What they see in her, I’ll never know. Naturally, I ignored her.
Then I discreetly organised an on-the-spot bawdy song chorus in the bar with the remaining late evening stragglers. My good buddy, the retired rock-ocracy scion who goes by the moniker ‘Prince (and some name beginning with an A)’, made a fine and able assistant. We both agreed the ‘stop-that-screeching’ comments from the lobby were entirely unnecessary.
If that doesn’t get her attention, nothing will. Not that I wanted to, you understand.
–Captain Cat
(transcribed by the Can Opener)
The Cruising Kitty 