Vini (cell) (689) 24.31.37 Capitiane: Kyber Logue, Bateau “Natural Mystic” Marina Taina, Tahiti
Recompense (Reward) 200.000F or $2,000
Dernier vu 25/11/08 à la Marina Taina. Gros chat du bengale male: Coloré jaune, marron, orange tigré, tache noir, raie noir, ventre blanc. Poids: env. 10kg. Yeux vert. Avec collier symbole Pirate et le nom du Bateau “Natural Mystic”. Vive à Marina Taina sur le bateau catamaran “Natural Mystic”.
Our crash course in French continues abort the Natty M, and the search for P has never stopped. Our Australian friend Namoi has hired two pet psychics for us (Muchas Grascias Nomes) and both say the P is alive and scared out of his mind, hiding and only coming out for food at night. I would have to believe this is true, as apparently no one here spays or neuters their animals and no exaggeration every house here has at least two dogs, but four is probably closer to the average and eight to ten is not unusual. The friendlier ones roam free and the unfriendlier ones are MOSTLY are chained to trees or posts, this is by no way a rule though. I find it quite sad and the same goes for cats too and even some of them are tied up to various objects. All this makes searching at night quite deadly.
We have had two possible P sightings. In a poorer neighborhood near the marina, where one of the psychics said he might be hiding, a lady said she thought she saw him and a man thought so too, but neither with much certainty. The neighbors said the lady was crazy (seemed nice to me) and the man who knows. We canvassed this neighborhood extensively going to every house door to door, handing out the fliers and with our Tahitian friend Charlotte, talking and translating everything for us, what an unbelievable help and there is no way to thank her enough for the time and effort she expended for people she only just met.
We have an add in the newspaper here, La Depeche and one morning early a man called our friend Virginia, another girl we just met who lives here and has been an unbelievable help too and again there is no way to thank her enough. She drove me to the paper, helped place the add and let us put her phone number in it, so the people who only speak French (most Tahitians) can call her, as when they call me I stumble with my rudimentary french phrases and then run down the dock to hand the phone to someone who is fluent in both languages. That said, I had been searching until about 2am, the night before, she got the call about 6:30am and by 7am, Virginia had blown off work and drove us to the neighborhood about 6 kilometers south of the marina and we all searched for the furball. The man had even printed out pictures of P from the internet and said he was quite sure it was the cat, but didn’t see the collar.
He claimed, P had been in his backyard and jumped back over the fence into a field, which amazingly enough was quite free of dogs, but surrounded by them on all sides and full of brambles, 6 feet thick in places. I, completely unprepared tromped through the field for hours with Tina, getting all cut up in my flip-flops and board shorts and Virginia, who eventually had to leave for work drove us around to look a little more first. Tina and I stayed behind and searched the field some more and then walked the neighborhoods on either side for miles and miles, talking with everyone and handing out and putting up fliers until the scorching tropical sun had reduced us to melting piles of human flesh by mid-afternoon and we had to thumb a ride back home for a much needed respite.
Everyone we have met in Tahiti has been, so helpful and most people know about us and our search before we even meet them, as Tahiti is an island, everyone knows each-other and our reward of 200.000F is over $2,000 dollars US. Most don’t want the money just want to help and the young drug dealing type males who just laugh at you when you show them the flier, instantly change their tune when they find out how much the reward is, then want the flier and want to find the furball too. A big thank you go out to the people in the tourist office here who, when I asked where a Kinkos type copy shop was, pointed me in the right direction and then when I showed them the flier and why I was headed there, took the time to make me all the color copies I needed for free and even scanned the flier and put it into a mass e-mail to send out to all their friends.
So, heeding the pet psychics advice that P only comes out from hiding at night to find food, Dizzy went to the neighborhood near the marina just before dusk and I went down to the field by the mans house, we both set out food called his name and then waited in hiding for hours and hours well into the night to see what showed up. Dizzy made tons of dogie friends, they like food too (that neighborhood is just so full of dogs its scary) and got some cat activity, but no P. I had a couple of cats come to my position and when I saw one, I knew it was the cat the man saw and not P. Unusual like no cat I had ever seen before, a golden chocolate color, like the base color of P, but no stripes or spots, quite large, with unique puffy fur, it looked like a little mountain lion, P looks like a little tiger. But, still I hung around four a couple more hours, concealed in my hiding spot, shaking the food bag and calling his name every, so often. I felt like I was in Vietnam, with the enemy all around, firing off rounds of barking trying to scare me out of my hiding place and can’t imagine what it would really be like to be in that position in a real war, where people really want to kill you, not just bite your ankles. Staying still for hours on end, in a constant state alert. No place anyone wants to be. As I finally packed it in, I had to stealthily make my exit, past the pitbull guard dogs at the entry to the field and my calm walk quickly turned into a run for it, as I was discovered and barely escaped on my borrowed bicycle with my ankles attached, as the dogs chased after me, with slobbery blood lust.
Tina worked all day too on the mission, going into Papeete making hundreds more fliers to hang up and smaller ones to hand out to people. We had exhausted our supply, as the entire side of this island is blanketed with them and again I could never thank her enough for all her help and emotional support, as I try to stay strong, but still there is a sadness in my heart that tries to creep out and sometimes does. This experience has given me a much better understanding of how people who mysteriously loose their son or daughter must feel and the torment they must go through, as there is always hope you might find your loved one, but you just don’t know and there is no closure. Obviously at an even much more emotional level.
It was good to focus my energy mostly at night yesterday for the P, as I do have some serious boat work to get done. We came to the dock in the first place to repair our port rudder we scratched on a reef in the Tumatous (charts are wrong, lucky we didn’t run aground, two cruising boats in the previous month had, huge advantage of drawing only 3 ft.) and one side of our boat is rudderless, getting this done is all the more urgent, as the first cyclonic system of the season has formed a little to our west and we need to be able to leave if a hurricane is headed this way, as we are well into official cyclone season here by a month now, and have no insurance should one decimate Tahiti (our insurance company excludes coverage for named or numbered windstorms if south of 10 South latitude between Dec 1- Mar 31, which Tahiti is), we also have to repair our daggerboards which were scared by the 7 illegal long lines we encountered leaving the Galapagos (solid grooves warn into the leading edges of them). The rudder is almost finished just needs some paint today and the daggerboards still more fiberglass. With luck all should be finished by tomorrow as the weather has been cooperating and not raining for the last couple of days and everyone is working hard to “get er done”.
My birthday is tomorrow and I have never wanted one thing more for my birthaday in all of my entire life. The safe return or discovery of our loved furball, P Kiddy. So, keep all those good thoughts and prayers going and who knows, with some luck, lots of hard work and unbelievable help from, so many wonderful friends maybe my birthday wish will come true. Thank You Everyone.
Lots of Love to all the friends of the Natty M around the world. Cheers – Kyber