Since then I have seen all sorts of animals carried as pets including a snake, a chicken and a goat, although the goat was carried as provisions. The goat caused an almighty fight amongst the crew when it morphed from meat-on-the-hoof into a pet and the skipper went to slaughter it.
I was against having a seagoing pet until we were duped into taking a cat onboard for two weeks one summer and ended up keeping him for eight years. That cat became a legend amongst cruising sailors, and thanks to his antics, I was almost shot by an irate marina dweller when we spent a couple of nights at a Florida dock. Our Cypriot alley-cat, a bruiser by the name of Sextant, had gone aboard the man’s boat and terrorized his two purebred Abyssinians, traumatizing the finicky pair for days. The first I knew about the furry furor was when the cats’ owner banged on our cabin top, pointed a loaded .45 at me, and demanded I produce the villain for summary execution.
He left when I fell about laughing.