We have arrived at an anchorage in Charleston, South Carolina.  The weather
was pleasant and breezy for the trip.  We had the windows open (with
screens) for Cinder and Rosie.  From time to time I went down from the fly
bridge and held one of the cabin doors open to increase the air flow.
When I went down to make sandwiches for lunch, Cinder was napping soundly on
the floor.  Rosie was looking out a window.  I left the door open for the
breeze, but with an eye out for an escape attempt.
I felt a small vibration on the floor, and turned around.  Sure enough,
there was Rosie's fuzzy little you know what headed out the door.
I picked her up, brought her back inside and closed the door.  She went over
to the food bowl and picked at some crumbles still there as if to say, "Who,
me? No, that must have been Cinder.  I've been here munching crunchies.
See, the bowl is almost empty.  That reminds me.  Isn't it about time for
lunch?"
Annie, crew for Rosie and Cinder