Curiosity . . .
She's feeling a little sheepish. The boat's on auto-pilot and the wheel responds to slight wind shifts. So Chi Chi had to hang on tight as the wheel moved a little, first to port, then to starboard and so on. Very annoying when you're trying to be a cool cat. In Venezuela, anchored of the Island of La Blanquilla we were constanly engulfed by shoals of fish so we decided to catch a few. Chi Chi loved fresh fish and eventually would only eat them if she saw them caught. As La Blanquilla didn't have any supermarkets and nobody there had ever heard of catfood, Chi Chi's diet consisted solely of freshly caught fish.
It wasn't easy getting her back on cat biscuits again.