This week I’ve got the purrleasure of interviewing my dear furiend Scurvy! I hope you enjoy it!
Firstly Scurvy I’d like to apologise again for being mean to you when you came aboard Nocturne. Believe it or not I actually really miss you and your humans now! I can’t wait for evfurryone to get to know you better.
Tell us a little bit about yourself Scurvy.
Hello evfurryone! I am Scurvy, a 4 year old Turkish Van born in Battle Creek, Michigan, U.S.A. on Dec. 20, 2011. The following day I was adopted by my Canadian parents, Bob and Martha Ciupa but did not meet them until 4 months later when I flew to Barcelona, Spain. That was quite a day meeting my new family, my new home, a Cabot 36 sailboat named D.W. CROW and receiving my Spanish passport. Yes….Spanish.
How do you spend an average day of your life?
An average day for me is begging the first person out of bed to let me outside where I do a lot of exploring, tree climbing and sunbathing. It’s a great day if I find another cat to play with; I love making new friends. Sorry we did not hit it off Bailey when we met on Nocturne but I am sure, given free time on our own, we would be great chums.
What’s your favourite hobby?
Annoying my parents to get attention/more play time. When they are doing jig-saw puzzles I sit beside the table, quietly lift my paw and knock one or two pieces to the floor. I keep doing this until they get fed up and start chasing me. Working on their laptops is the perfect time to jump onto the keyboard, eventually stopping their working and getting more cuddle time. When in a playful mood but they don’t notice I jump up behind and push myself off their backs as they walk away. That often gets a few laps around the house if not a good game of hide and seek.
Tell us about who you live with? Do you like them?
I live with Martha and Bob Ciupa, my new mom and dad who I love VERY much. I was a surprise for Mom from Dad. She had another Turkish Van before me, named Barnacle, who died in Portugal. (Yes, I know we have odd names, Barnacle and Scurvy but people seem to get a kick out of them. Needless to say it was Dad who named us.) Barnacle sailed with Mom and Dad from Canada to the Bahamas and across the Atlantic Ocean. Mom knew nothing about me until the day before I arrived in Barcelona. I attached myself to Mom the moment I met her, sleeping in her arms every night, which I still do. Mom flew home to see her family from time to time allowing me to get to know Dad better. I now have come to enjoy our “guy time” just like you do Bailey. Like me, you’re back living on land at the moment. Do you prefer life afloat or life on land? My dad says there is no such thing as LIFE on land! Since you are asking me and not him, I can’t say I prefer one over the other as they are so different. Having yet to live a full year on land I already see that each has its good and bad. Sailing allowed me to meet so many other cats and explore interesting places. It was a new adventure every few days. The long Atlantic crossing I could do without, although finding the little flying fish on deck each morning was kind of fun. Living on land is still new to me. I have only lived in two places so far. The four months at the cottage on Rondeau Bay was fantastic. I had a good friend, Shadow, an indoor cat at the Smith cottage and there are plenty of chipmunks to chase. The deer are quite large though, and freak me out. Life was grand at the cottage until the Park staff told me I couldn’t play outside alone anymore. As it is a Provincial Park they said I am not allowed to stalk the Canada Geese. That was the best part…it’s not like I caught any! So it’s back to walking on a leash when I return to the cottage, very embarrassing for a cat. Winter was spent in my Niagara Falls home. Unlike most cats,Turkish Vans don’t have an insulating undercoat so I didn’t spend much time outside. They tell me this was a mild Canadian winter. Yikes! On the other hand, there is so much room in a house compared to sailboats like yours and mine I have no trouble putting in time exploring, playing and napping in a different place every day of the week. You will soon find this, yourself, to be an advantage to land living Bailey.
My favourite place is wherever I happen to be. I don’t have a particular spot. It must be the sailing gypsy in me. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? (Don’t be shy it’s good to get it out in the open.) I guess it would have to be my short adventure a couple of weeks after moving to Niagara Falls. I have a “Loc8tor” attached to my harness which has always worked well. It has found me in some very odd places and gotten me out of a few pickles. It works up to about 400 metres, not the 4 kilometres where I went this time. I went out around lunch and never returned. Mom and Dad began searching 3 hours later but the “Loc8tor” never beeped. As I had escaped from time to time in Europe and always returned to the boat in the wee hours they hoped I would do the same here. Mom did not sleep well all night. With no sign of me in the morning she had my picture and info posted on the Niagara Falls Humane Society website by lunch. At midnight a woman called telling Mom I was on their porch. My parents could not believe how far I’d gotten. I chose a pretty nice home with a pretty nice family to hang out. Their indoor kitties kept me company through the sliding doors, the family fed me and their very smart mom quickly realised I was lost. She searched the Niagara Falls Humane Society website, found my picture and contact info and called Mom immediately. My rescuers would not take a reward so we made a donation to the Niagara Falls Humane Society and sent the family a very large gift basket with treats for all, including the kitties. My punishment? No more going outside until spring. Big deal. It was too cold out there anyway! As a side note, my Christmas gift this year? A “Pod Tracker.” I think this one could track me all the way to Australia. What do you think your next big adventure in life will be? Our trip ended this past July when we arrived at our dock at Smugglers Cove Boat Club. D.W. CROW needs a lot of TLC after her 6 year adventure. For now we are staying close to home on the Niagara River to take care of her. Mom always said this would be her one and only adventure but after a few months on land she is reconsidering; Dad is thrilled. I’m just happy to be where ever they are. No idea when or where.
Where’s the best place you’ve ever visited in the boat?
The best place I ever visited “in” the boat was the little compartment behind all the radio equipment at the nav station. It’s loaded with colourful wires, connecty bits, attachy things, and other stuff I don’t know the name of. Dad was not impressed. Your dad will understand why. Or did you mean a place I have visited “by” boat? That would be Licata, Sicily where we lived the winter of 2013/14. We all had a blast, especially me. The moment we pulled up to our pontoon I was greeted by three very friendly cats, Eddy, Cody and Carla, as well as a lovely dog named Molly. Molly always stayed close to her dad but we four cats played together every day on the pontoon, on shore and even in each others boats, most often Carla’s. I was friends with efurryone but for some reason Eddy and Cody did not quite hit it off. Cody had only three legs and would fall off the pontoon, sometimes helped by a shove from Eddy! Later, I met Smokey, a little kitten who lived on M/Y Souris Rose a few pontoons away. We became good friends as well. That winter Mom and Dad learned I cannot be out at night. I get silly after sundown and start jumping on everyone’s biminis. I hear Turkish Vans like the water.
Have you ever been for a swim? Did you like it?
I don’t know where anyone gets this idea that Turkish Vans like water. When I “swim” it is only by accident. Everyone can hear me screaming for help. I was first introduced to swimming when I fell from a 3 metre high pontoon on the Seine River in France. Then two “swims” at the Arsenal Marina in Paris, one on the Mosel in Winningen, Germany, one in the Black Sea at Constantia, Romania, two in Licata, Sicily and two in Rome, right across from you. Could you hear me screaming?? My final “swim” in Rome left claw marks down the concrete wall where my front half made the pontoon but my back half didn’t. Did you know claws can’t dig into concrete? I prefer fresh water to salt if I have a choice. If somebody asked you for advice and you only had a few minutes to give them your best tip, what would it be? I actually have two. First, sucking up to humans gets you lots of treats and cuddles. Second, don’t roll around where the land drops off into water.
Do you have a website or social media channel where we can follow your future adventures?
At the moment I do not. If I ever do you will be the first to know. A book might be on the horizon but not until our land life calms down. Some good news is that, thanks to you Bailey, I am submitting a story about myself and Mom and Dad’s other furry child, Barnacle, to the Maritime Pet Museum very soon. I’ll keep you posted Mr. Ambassador!
Thank you so much Scurvy! The photo above of the two of us makes me giggle now! Lots of love to you and your humans!
Happy Caturday Evfurryone!