Life is hard for the ship’s cat it seems. It remains a constant struggle for Beryl to identify the most important bit of kit to lay upon to assure that the crew doesn’t have proper access to it. Here we see her taking charge of my jacket that I’d just taken off and was wanting to put back on.
Beryl, our ship’s cat, finds it next to impossible to stay away from her favorite person, David. She follows him around everywhere. And that means everywhere. I just ran across this photograph while looking for a good shot of Reid Glacier. Yep, David’s on the bowsprit getting the photo therefore Beryl is following right along to get in the way–or in this case, in the photo.
David and Beryl spend a lot of quality time together. Cockpit snoozing in the California Delta is just one of many joint endeavors for this duo.
Sometimes Beryl keeps David’s feet warm while he’s catching up on professional reading–in this case in Taku Harbor during a rainy Southeast Alaska day.
Or, better yet, she helps him stand watch if he happens to be sitting inside the charthouse–like this time during an endless series of watches while we traveled over 4000 nautical miles up and down the west coast last year.
And, there’s always the chance to be the lookout-helper when it’s foggy outside.
Finally, there’s nobody better than Beryl to help David decide when to eat the blackberries he’s collected.
