It seems there's a problem with squatters in the high rent area of Newport Beach California. Yeah, all of Newport Beach is high rent, but when you claim a spot right on the bay, ten feet from someone's bedroom window, and your mere presence makes it official that no one can force you to leave......then it's saaaawwweeeet baby!
This is the Harbor, actually a long channel, with million dollar oceanfront mansions on both sides...with their yachts, sailboats and catamarans. I love that word catamaran...it just rolls off you tongue like teriyaki, or guacamole.
Here are the chosen few...the elite, the privileged.....
That's right these seals, or sea lions, were tired of being shunned, relegated to a bell buoy. What the hey? Like didn't God make the seas and the oceans for them? isn't it their home?
So what's the harm if we sun on the deck of your catamaran. So what if we bring all our fiends to partay.
So what if we keep you up all night with our barking and snorting. We know we are protected. That's what the rules say. You can't come up to us and say "shoo, shoo, cute little seal". No you can't....and you can't gently prod us with a stick or broom or kayak paddle. 
And if you see us pile on and sink your boat....oh well, maybe you should have bought a BIGGER BOAT. Now please, can't we all just get along?
