I work on the ship. We are in Turkey in Tekirdaag. Last day of discharge. And I see a cat going in the direction of our boiler and jumping onto the deck. No one paid special attention to it. We landed and already in the sea noticed that the cat was left with us. What to do with him. We decided at the nearest parking lot to call the boat and transfer it to the shore. There is no parking, there is no cat. We searched for the crew, but we couldn’t find it. I thought he jumped out of the boat. We go back and see the cat sitting on the tank. It was several times. There is no parking, no cat. As soon as the ship moves, it’s cute. Everyone is used to it, even the name has been given, Skipper. But here we came to Samara to load. Arrived at the marsh. There are a lot of pigeons and they eat grain. Cats that eat pigeons. I see Skipper from the boat jump and to the cats, more precisely to the white cat. We thought he would come back. So he stayed in Samaria. Botzman then said to me, "You see Sereg, how much Skipper overcame for love, according to the standards of the cat, half the world has passed with us, all for love. Could it so?“I did not answer him at the time. Only now I thought I could)