The Xmas rabbit
On Xmas eve we were invited on Two Lions to enjoy a more than sumptuous – I lost count after course number nine or ten - Christmas dinner. We started at 4 pm and finished at around midnight, with bellies stuffed beyond recognition with 5 star food.
On Christmas morning, waking up with a rather heavy head, I decided to go for a shower. I know, not very interesting information, but crucial for the events that were about to happen. So, about 20 minutes later, all fresh and clean (and sobered up), I stepped back on board, finding Eddie enjoying his morning nap in the cockpit. I was stupid enough to wake him up with a belly rub and went inside, hoping to find some freshly brewed coffee. Within a couple of minutes there was suddenly a lot of racket going on on of the pontoon, coming from the direction of the yacht with the two canaries in a birdcage. Going outside, we saw the bird owner running after Eddie, yelling that the bloody cat had eaten his rabbit. At first, we thought he talked about a new pet, but in between the swearing, spitting and yelling and with a bit of guess work we figured out that he was talking about his Christmas dinner, a dead rabbit which he had left unattended in the cockpit. Maybe not so smart with a cat three boats away? We know Eddie likes to eat, but even for him eating a whole rabbit within a minute is something he can only dream about. Yes, he probably had a tasty bite, but we were secretly happy is was from an already dead rabbit instead of a fresh canary.
Canary man was furious. We both went over and tried to apologize – not accepted, offered a leg of lamb to replace the rabbit, not accepted and finally left him to it. We did move to another pontoon though to prevent further aggravation, especially after he threatened to put poison on the pontoon. So we had quite a weird Christmas, but It goes without saying that the whole marina had a good chuckle about it….
On Xmas eve we were invited on Two Lions to enjoy a more than sumptuous – I lost count after course number nine or ten - Christmas dinner. We started at 4 pm and finished at around midnight, with bellies stuffed beyond recognition with 5 star food.
On Christmas morning, waking up with a rather heavy head, I decided to go for a shower. I know, not very interesting information, but crucial for the events that were about to happen. So, about 20 minutes later, all fresh and clean (and sobered up), I stepped back on board, finding Eddie enjoying his morning nap in the cockpit. I was stupid enough to wake him up with a belly rub and went inside, hoping to find some freshly brewed coffee. Within a couple of minutes there was suddenly a lot of racket going on on of the pontoon, coming from the direction of the yacht with the two canaries in a birdcage. Going outside, we saw the bird owner running after Eddie, yelling that the bloody cat had eaten his rabbit. At first, we thought he talked about a new pet, but in between the swearing, spitting and yelling and with a bit of guess work we figured out that he was talking about his Christmas dinner, a dead rabbit which he had left unattended in the cockpit. Maybe not so smart with a cat three boats away? We know Eddie likes to eat, but even for him eating a whole rabbit within a minute is something he can only dream about. Yes, he probably had a tasty bite, but we were secretly happy is was from an already dead rabbit instead of a fresh canary.
Canary man was furious. We both went over and tried to apologize – not accepted, offered a leg of lamb to replace the rabbit, not accepted and finally left him to it. We did move to another pontoon though to prevent further aggravation, especially after he threatened to put poison on the pontoon. So we had quite a weird Christmas, but It goes without saying that the whole marina had a good chuckle about it….