After explaining to my clan that we had recently witnessed the fact that cats are excellent swimmers and are able to fend for themselves in the wild and that the farmer who gave us Jiggles no doubt had siblings from a subsequent litters, I realized I was the one in way over my head. After cruising the flooded shoreline looking for our cat, I spent the next hour approaching each of the dozen boats fishing the bay. I did so very quietly, and apologetically for the interruption, meekly asking their occupants if they had happened to see a cat swimming by. After getting some odd looks and one stern “you shoulda’ known better” reply, I handed each angler my business card, and asked that they contact us in the event they saw anything cat-like or something came to mind later that might help us locate our kitty. The fact that two of the anglers knew me, and that my cards identified me as an outdoor writer and radio show host who should know better than to take a cat on a boat -- let alone lose it – made the task particularly humiliating.