My pal Gus the Cat. Gus has cojones the size of Texas. When I had a sailboat, Gus was my first mate. The first time
we went sailing together, I brought along a can of tuna. To help overcome any reluctance he might have. While
I set the mast and rigged the hardware, Gus munched on the tuna, pausing every once in a while to ask questions
like "Do you have reef points, in case we get in some weather?" That rascal! He was a sailor and I didnt even know it.
NB: Gus and I are both cosmic and have developed a subvocal means of communication.