We have been relegated to land for the time being because the boat has been commandeered by a pirate. Oops, I meant a marine mechanic. The engine is farked (a technical marine term) and had to be pulled out of the water to get fixed. We are supposedly 'on the hard' for less than a week. So we occupy ourselves by chasing balls on the beach and sleeping in other people's beds. I've tentatively been offered a gig cat sitting on a yacht which might get me back to the water sooner rather than later. Who knows where that could lead, just the dinner party conversation alone: "What do you do?" "Funny you should ask. I cat sit on yachts." Inscrutable silence ensues...