Some people have been wondering how Sid Vicious is liking our new life at sea. He seems to enjoy it about as much as he enjoys anything else, which is to say not at all. Pretty much his only loves are cat food, cheddar cheese and being angry. He used to love snuggles until we got to the tropics. Now, he prefers lying on the floor with his tummy pressed onto the cool floorboards and refuses to be held.
But all in all, he seems down with boat life. I doubt he would even try to escape. Or would he . . . ?