We arrived at an Escapade a couple of days ago in Gillette, Wyoming. I was all excited to get here 'cause I thought the word "escapade" meant fun and excitement. I was plannin' to don my boots and cowboy hat and kick up my heels, but so far I haven't seen anything to dress up for. Instead, my people have been out cavortin' and I've been locked here in the RV all day and half the night by myself. They don't even get home in time for my dinner!
They're too busy buyin' stuff and greetin' old friends and acquaintances to care about me. (Notice how I've dropped the "g" from my words since I've been out west? Hey, I'm down with this western speech.)
They've promised me that in a couple of days I will see some real excitement when the fireworks go off not too far from where we're parked. It had better not be scary - grrr-r-r-r!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
UFOs in Montana?
Man, this Montana is something else. I just had the scare of my life when I looked out the window and saw a UFO lifting off the ground on the far side of the campground. I was certain the aliens had come for me so they could study my gorgeous, intelligent self. I didn't know where to hide!
The dome shaped UFO raised up off the ground a couple of feet and kinda' hovered there before it settled back down to earth. I was sure it was heading my way. Turns out, it was a dome-topped camping contraption that the person with it must have been lifting up from the far side. When a man finally walked out from behind it, I knew it must be a type of RV that I had never seen before. He was definitely taller than an alien would be (I think). Maybe the camping contraption is one of those puppy tents I've heard about.
I'm big and brave, but let me tell you I was just about scared spitless until the mystery was finally solved. Now I see there are two of the tents parked close to each other. What a scare I would have had if I had spotted both of them sitting there before I knew what they were. I would still be cowering behind something waiting for the aliens to come get me and haul me off.
You never know what you're going to see when you're an RVing kitty like me. My people take me to some strange places so it's no wonder that I don't like to walk too far from our RV. They even talk about the time they drove up to Area 51 in Nevada where they were spied on by highly visible cameras, microphones, and heat sensing devices before a guard in a truck pulled up behind them and gave them the once-over. When he drove up, my people were studying a sign that said "deadly force authorized beyond this point." In case you don't know, the government denies that Area 51 exists, but you've got to wonder why all the security if there's nothing there.
There might be aliens hovering just over the hill at Area 51, or even here for all anyone knows. I just know I don't want to go anywhere near Area 51. I'm afraid my beautiful, silky black fur would turn prematurely gray if I ever saw an alien or an armed guard!
The dome shaped UFO raised up off the ground a couple of feet and kinda' hovered there before it settled back down to earth. I was sure it was heading my way. Turns out, it was a dome-topped camping contraption that the person with it must have been lifting up from the far side. When a man finally walked out from behind it, I knew it must be a type of RV that I had never seen before. He was definitely taller than an alien would be (I think). Maybe the camping contraption is one of those puppy tents I've heard about.
I'm big and brave, but let me tell you I was just about scared spitless until the mystery was finally solved. Now I see there are two of the tents parked close to each other. What a scare I would have had if I had spotted both of them sitting there before I knew what they were. I would still be cowering behind something waiting for the aliens to come get me and haul me off.
You never know what you're going to see when you're an RVing kitty like me. My people take me to some strange places so it's no wonder that I don't like to walk too far from our RV. They even talk about the time they drove up to Area 51 in Nevada where they were spied on by highly visible cameras, microphones, and heat sensing devices before a guard in a truck pulled up behind them and gave them the once-over. When he drove up, my people were studying a sign that said "deadly force authorized beyond this point." In case you don't know, the government denies that Area 51 exists, but you've got to wonder why all the security if there's nothing there.
There might be aliens hovering just over the hill at Area 51, or even here for all anyone knows. I just know I don't want to go anywhere near Area 51. I'm afraid my beautiful, silky black fur would turn prematurely gray if I ever saw an alien or an armed guard!
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Kitty Heaven is in Big Sky Country
Oh give me land lots of land under starry skies above . . .
Hot diggity dog, I'm finally in just such a place! On Thursday, the motorhome left Spokane headed for just outside Butte, Montana. Wow is this place beautiful! I can look out my window and see snow covered mountains and the pretty green valley we're parked in, and just across the fence are horses. Big beautiful horses.
There's lots of green grass here in the park, so I don't even mind getting hitched up in my harness and taking a walk. Well, my idea of a walk is to take a few steps, stop and chew on some grass or sniff the base of a picnic table, then lie down until I survey the area. I don't want any surprises that might scare me. And I don't get far from the RV before I'm tugging on the leash to head back home. I'm not stupid - I remember what it was like when I was homeless so I don't want to get too far from my home on wheels and not find my way back.
There's a beautiful gray and white kitty that comes calling. This one is friendly, unlike the one back in Washington that hissed and snarled at me. This one comes right up to the screen door to visit, and even though I growled at it the first time, it just sat there calmly gazing at me. Sweet . . .I think I'm in love. I excitedly run back and forth from the door to the shelf under the bedroom window so I can keep track of its movements. It gets to roam free so I think it may live in the house on the other side of the fence.
My people went out yesterday and came home smelling of food. They went for dinner to the Big Hole Crossing restaurant in Wisdom, Montana, which they had found several years ago. Judging from the scents they carried in, their food was divine. I don't see why I can't go with them to these places. I'll bet a little fellow as cute as me could get lots of handouts in a place like that. Apparently my people had quite a drive going there over some narrow back road that was full of potholes and went over the mountains. They saw snow right beside the road because they were so high up. They followed the Big Hole River back to avoid that rough, narrow road in the dark.
Then when they got to Wisdom, mosquitoes were so thick they couldn't begin to beat them off. A lot of them got in the car, so they were swatting them all the way back home. Right now the Big Hole valley is marshy because of all the snow melt-off, so mosquitoes have taken over for a couple of weeks. Some mosquitoes followed them into the restaurant, but the nice waitress put a citronella candle by their table to help keep the little nuisances at bay. By the way, big hole is what trappers called mountain valleys out west back in the early days, so that's why that valley is called Big Hole.
Earlier yesterday my people went into Butte for the farmer's market and returned with lots of produce. Guess that means there'll be plenty of salads around here. Maybe somebody around here will lose some weight. Just as long as they don't try to feed salads to me, even though I also need to lose a pound or two. My people now have taken to calling me Chunky Monkey. They're so clever with their pet names for me, I'll bet I could think of some doozies for them, too, if I could talk.
Well I've got to get busy checking out the windows. The weather is gorgeous and there's lots of activity here since a lot of people get out and walk their pets. Some of them are so-o-o cute (the pets, that is)! Got to keep track of them all. I'm in kitty heaven here. Purr-r-r-r.
Hot diggity dog, I'm finally in just such a place! On Thursday, the motorhome left Spokane headed for just outside Butte, Montana. Wow is this place beautiful! I can look out my window and see snow covered mountains and the pretty green valley we're parked in, and just across the fence are horses. Big beautiful horses.
There's lots of green grass here in the park, so I don't even mind getting hitched up in my harness and taking a walk. Well, my idea of a walk is to take a few steps, stop and chew on some grass or sniff the base of a picnic table, then lie down until I survey the area. I don't want any surprises that might scare me. And I don't get far from the RV before I'm tugging on the leash to head back home. I'm not stupid - I remember what it was like when I was homeless so I don't want to get too far from my home on wheels and not find my way back.
There's a beautiful gray and white kitty that comes calling. This one is friendly, unlike the one back in Washington that hissed and snarled at me. This one comes right up to the screen door to visit, and even though I growled at it the first time, it just sat there calmly gazing at me. Sweet . . .I think I'm in love. I excitedly run back and forth from the door to the shelf under the bedroom window so I can keep track of its movements. It gets to roam free so I think it may live in the house on the other side of the fence.
My people went out yesterday and came home smelling of food. They went for dinner to the Big Hole Crossing restaurant in Wisdom, Montana, which they had found several years ago. Judging from the scents they carried in, their food was divine. I don't see why I can't go with them to these places. I'll bet a little fellow as cute as me could get lots of handouts in a place like that. Apparently my people had quite a drive going there over some narrow back road that was full of potholes and went over the mountains. They saw snow right beside the road because they were so high up. They followed the Big Hole River back to avoid that rough, narrow road in the dark.
Then when they got to Wisdom, mosquitoes were so thick they couldn't begin to beat them off. A lot of them got in the car, so they were swatting them all the way back home. Right now the Big Hole valley is marshy because of all the snow melt-off, so mosquitoes have taken over for a couple of weeks. Some mosquitoes followed them into the restaurant, but the nice waitress put a citronella candle by their table to help keep the little nuisances at bay. By the way, big hole is what trappers called mountain valleys out west back in the early days, so that's why that valley is called Big Hole.
Earlier yesterday my people went into Butte for the farmer's market and returned with lots of produce. Guess that means there'll be plenty of salads around here. Maybe somebody around here will lose some weight. Just as long as they don't try to feed salads to me, even though I also need to lose a pound or two. My people now have taken to calling me Chunky Monkey. They're so clever with their pet names for me, I'll bet I could think of some doozies for them, too, if I could talk.
Well I've got to get busy checking out the windows. The weather is gorgeous and there's lots of activity here since a lot of people get out and walk their pets. Some of them are so-o-o cute (the pets, that is)! Got to keep track of them all. I'm in kitty heaven here. Purr-r-r-r.
Monday, June 16, 2008
I Have Pet Pals
Guess what--I have some pet pals. They are like pen pals, but they are pets like me who have signed up on Animal Attraction. My she-person signed me up at www.animalattraction.com, and you can sign up your pets there, too, and watch them get lots of virtual chin scratches and pet pal invitations. My page is at www.animalattraction.com/RVingwithinky.
When you sign up on Animal Attraction, the site gives your favorite animal organization $1.00, then each time you log onto your site, it gets another penny. That doesn't sound like much but my person found out about it through Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, which has received quite a bit of money overall from it. So my she-person chose Best Friends to receive any money generated by my site.
Check it out and you'll see some awfully cute animals there. I think I might be in love with some of those cuties. Gr-r-r-r-!
When you sign up on Animal Attraction, the site gives your favorite animal organization $1.00, then each time you log onto your site, it gets another penny. That doesn't sound like much but my person found out about it through Best Friends Animal Sanctuary, which has received quite a bit of money overall from it. So my she-person chose Best Friends to receive any money generated by my site.
Check it out and you'll see some awfully cute animals there. I think I might be in love with some of those cuties. Gr-r-r-r-!
Oh Happy Day!
The weather is gorgeous and I'm suddenly as frisky as a tiny kitten. You see, for the last 3 months I have been much less active than I had been in Arizona. It just hasn't been that exciting because I couldn't look out open windows and doors or feel fresh air ruffling my fur, and when I looked through a window mostly all I saw was gray. Now I can enjoy fresh air again. My she-person (who is not a veterinarian or medically trained in any way) has diagnosed me with S.A.D. (seasonal affective disorder). That's what people get when they live in parts of the world where they don't see the sunshine for months on end. Well maybe I do, or maybe I was just bored.
Yesterday was beautiful, and suddenly I was running and romping, hiding behind doors and jumping out at my people, and into all sorts of mischief. I would grab my mouse and fly through the motorhome, jump on the bed and bury it and then dig it out and run to the other end of the RV.
We're leaving here in a couple of days and I hope I see lots more nice weather in Montana and Wyoming. I deserve it. No kitty should have to be closed up inside to keep warm and dry with its only connection to the outside world through the glass of a closed window.
Purr-r-r-r.
Yesterday was beautiful, and suddenly I was running and romping, hiding behind doors and jumping out at my people, and into all sorts of mischief. I would grab my mouse and fly through the motorhome, jump on the bed and bury it and then dig it out and run to the other end of the RV.
We're leaving here in a couple of days and I hope I see lots more nice weather in Montana and Wyoming. I deserve it. No kitty should have to be closed up inside to keep warm and dry with its only connection to the outside world through the glass of a closed window.
Purr-r-r-r.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Where Oh Where Is Summer?
Just when you think the weather can't get any worse - guess what? It does!
Last evening I just about jumped out of my skin when it sounded like we were being attacked with bombs. My people said my eyes got as big as saucers as I listened to the devastation raining down over my head. It hailed, and hailed, and hailed - ice balls as big as a quarter. The nuggets that slid off our awning formed a pile about two-feet deep. The ground was covered. Then it started raining again and washed most of the hail away. Today everything is covered with the little leaves that had just appeared on the trees. Oh, and the ice pile is still below our awning.
I should have known something was happening when my people looked out the window and remarked about the really, really ugly clouds heading our way, but what do I know about such things? I'm just a poor, innocent little boy kitty who doesn't know things like that. I sure am glad there was no hail when I was running loose in the RV park in Arizona. I would probably be dead by now, if not from getting hit by the ice nuggets, then from a heart attack.
My people picked me up last night and cuddled me while I was scared. At least I knew I had a safe home (well as safe as anything can be in this crazy place).
When it was finally over, I lay on my back and played with my ball that goes 'round and 'round in a plastic ring. I wasn't lazy - just too pooped to be actively involved with the game. Luckily my he-person bats the ball back to me so I don't have get up to move it around.
Just get me out of the Northwest and promise me that nothing scary like last night will ever happen again! I've seen enough ugly weather to last a lifetime. Isn't the reason we RV so that we can avoid nasty weather? G-r-r-r!
Last evening I just about jumped out of my skin when it sounded like we were being attacked with bombs. My people said my eyes got as big as saucers as I listened to the devastation raining down over my head. It hailed, and hailed, and hailed - ice balls as big as a quarter. The nuggets that slid off our awning formed a pile about two-feet deep. The ground was covered. Then it started raining again and washed most of the hail away. Today everything is covered with the little leaves that had just appeared on the trees. Oh, and the ice pile is still below our awning.
I should have known something was happening when my people looked out the window and remarked about the really, really ugly clouds heading our way, but what do I know about such things? I'm just a poor, innocent little boy kitty who doesn't know things like that. I sure am glad there was no hail when I was running loose in the RV park in Arizona. I would probably be dead by now, if not from getting hit by the ice nuggets, then from a heart attack.
My people picked me up last night and cuddled me while I was scared. At least I knew I had a safe home (well as safe as anything can be in this crazy place).
When it was finally over, I lay on my back and played with my ball that goes 'round and 'round in a plastic ring. I wasn't lazy - just too pooped to be actively involved with the game. Luckily my he-person bats the ball back to me so I don't have get up to move it around.
Just get me out of the Northwest and promise me that nothing scary like last night will ever happen again! I've seen enough ugly weather to last a lifetime. Isn't the reason we RV so that we can avoid nasty weather? G-r-r-r!
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Freezing in the Frigid Northwest
You'll never guess what happened around here yesterday. It snowed! I mean, real cold white stuff coming down from the sky on June 10th. What is this trip coming to? Luckily, I didn't see it since it soon started raining real hard because it was up to a whopping 36 degrees. And my people are planning to haul my fantastic furry fanny to Montana and Wyoming???
Staying in an urban RV park is not my idea of a good time, anyway. It's like being in the parking lot at the mall (or Petsmart). My people take me out for walks, but there's only a wee bit of grass before I hit the concrete, and all the big RVs and trucks scare me spitless. Besides that, my he-person had to move the motorhome a few feet forward in our almost too short site so that the owners could come use heavy equipment to dig up their electrical lines because the neighbors were without power. So that meant we had to be without power, too, while they dug and it was really c-o-l-d because we couldn't use the furnace! The generator ran for awhile, but then it went on the fritz, too. Now it has to be fixed before it snows again. I couldn't even have my supper until the electricty came on because it gets warmed in the microwave. Growl-l-l.
I can't wait to get back to beautiful Arizona where the sun shines most the time. At least it doesn't rain every single day like it has since we've been here, and when it gets cold at night during the winter, the daylight sun warms it right up. Why oh why did we ever leave Arizona???
Staying in an urban RV park is not my idea of a good time, anyway. It's like being in the parking lot at the mall (or Petsmart). My people take me out for walks, but there's only a wee bit of grass before I hit the concrete, and all the big RVs and trucks scare me spitless. Besides that, my he-person had to move the motorhome a few feet forward in our almost too short site so that the owners could come use heavy equipment to dig up their electrical lines because the neighbors were without power. So that meant we had to be without power, too, while they dug and it was really c-o-l-d because we couldn't use the furnace! The generator ran for awhile, but then it went on the fritz, too. Now it has to be fixed before it snows again. I couldn't even have my supper until the electricty came on because it gets warmed in the microwave. Growl-l-l.
I can't wait to get back to beautiful Arizona where the sun shines most the time. At least it doesn't rain every single day like it has since we've been here, and when it gets cold at night during the winter, the daylight sun warms it right up. Why oh why did we ever leave Arizona???
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Petsmart? It's Definitely NOT Disneyland!
Well folks, I went to Petsmart yesterday and let me tell you, it is NOT Disneyland for pets. Well maybe for dogs, but not for kitties like me! If there was any fun to be had, I missed out.
My he-person brought my pet-carrier into the motorhome and since I hadn't seen it for awhile, I was curious about the new smells. So I poked my head inside, and just then my she-person quickly shoved me from behind. Before I knew it I was inside, the door was latched and I was headed for Petsmart.
I made a huge racket in the car, muh-rouwing as deeply and loudly as I could until my she-person sympathized with me by talking sweet. Then I gave a little bitty pitiful meow because I mistakenly thought she was sincere and would rescue me from the carrier. Heck no, she was just vocalizing and probably just mimicking me. Har-rumph!
When we walked into Petsmart, it was straight back to the dreaded scale. Wouldn't you know it--it was way, way off. It showed me being 12 lbs. 4 ozs, which is slightly overweight for a full-grown Manx kitty. So now the Petsmart people have insulted me, too, by insinuating that I was fat. Then my people decided to get me microchipped while we were there, which meant another exam like the one a few months ago.
This time I decided to play it cool and not make any trouble, even when the veterinary technician stuck the thermometer you-know-where. I only growled a little, and so quietly that it was barely audible. Then she made a comment about my paunchy belly. I still tried to be sweet, and when she picked me up and carried me over her shoulder into the treatment area, I was as good as could be. I could tell my people were holding their breath because they were afraid I might mutilate her after what she had just said and done.
While I was back there several people hemmed me in and shot two microchips into my back. I growled so loud my people heard me from the exam room where they were waiting. I sounded like a humongous tiger because I was furious! The technician had to get my carrier and put me in it to carry me back to the exam room after telling my people I was not too happy. No kidding? By this time I would have probably clawed her to pieces if she had picked me up to carry me in her arms.
They took me out to the front desk and the tech went to pick out a new harness for me, which fit, by the way. Finally my people took me home, then proceeded to laugh because I walk funny in my new harness. I did get to go out for a short stroll to show off my new duds, then my people finally took the harness off so I could walk natural again while I'm inside.
You can bet I got even with them. At 3:00 A.M. I created a major disturbance by playing with my ball and running up and down the hall. No one gets away with taking me to the vet, then poking fun at the way I walk after I get home. Just let me truss my people up like a turkey and see how funny they walk.
I guess I made such a big impression on the people at Petsmart that they called this morning to see how I was doing. They're probably hoping we leave this area before my people decide to make a another visit to a Petsmart.
My he-person brought my pet-carrier into the motorhome and since I hadn't seen it for awhile, I was curious about the new smells. So I poked my head inside, and just then my she-person quickly shoved me from behind. Before I knew it I was inside, the door was latched and I was headed for Petsmart.
I made a huge racket in the car, muh-rouwing as deeply and loudly as I could until my she-person sympathized with me by talking sweet. Then I gave a little bitty pitiful meow because I mistakenly thought she was sincere and would rescue me from the carrier. Heck no, she was just vocalizing and probably just mimicking me. Har-rumph!
When we walked into Petsmart, it was straight back to the dreaded scale. Wouldn't you know it--it was way, way off. It showed me being 12 lbs. 4 ozs, which is slightly overweight for a full-grown Manx kitty. So now the Petsmart people have insulted me, too, by insinuating that I was fat. Then my people decided to get me microchipped while we were there, which meant another exam like the one a few months ago.
This time I decided to play it cool and not make any trouble, even when the veterinary technician stuck the thermometer you-know-where. I only growled a little, and so quietly that it was barely audible. Then she made a comment about my paunchy belly. I still tried to be sweet, and when she picked me up and carried me over her shoulder into the treatment area, I was as good as could be. I could tell my people were holding their breath because they were afraid I might mutilate her after what she had just said and done.
While I was back there several people hemmed me in and shot two microchips into my back. I growled so loud my people heard me from the exam room where they were waiting. I sounded like a humongous tiger because I was furious! The technician had to get my carrier and put me in it to carry me back to the exam room after telling my people I was not too happy. No kidding? By this time I would have probably clawed her to pieces if she had picked me up to carry me in her arms.
They took me out to the front desk and the tech went to pick out a new harness for me, which fit, by the way. Finally my people took me home, then proceeded to laugh because I walk funny in my new harness. I did get to go out for a short stroll to show off my new duds, then my people finally took the harness off so I could walk natural again while I'm inside.
You can bet I got even with them. At 3:00 A.M. I created a major disturbance by playing with my ball and running up and down the hall. No one gets away with taking me to the vet, then poking fun at the way I walk after I get home. Just let me truss my people up like a turkey and see how funny they walk.
I guess I made such a big impression on the people at Petsmart that they called this morning to see how I was doing. They're probably hoping we leave this area before my people decide to make a another visit to a Petsmart.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
I'm Goin' to Petsmart
I'm finally going to make a trip to Petsmart tomorrow. I've heard it's almost like Disneyland for pets without the scary rides. I'll have to report back on how much trouble I make when they try to stuff me into the cat carrier. The purpose of going is to get me weighed and buy me a harness that is big enough for my strong, muscular body, Maybe I can keep it together until I get a spiffy new outfit to stroll around in.
I'm waiting today for the weather to warm up enough to open the windows and door. Again, it's a rainy, cool day but the sun just came out so I'll be holding my breath until it warms up.
These urban RV parks don't do a thing for my outlook because they are too crowded. I need lots of green space so that little varmints will come poking around and I can watch them cavort in the grass and bushes. I'm not sure why anyone would bring their kids to town to camp but all I see around here are RVs stuffed full of kids, something we don't see much of in nicer, more rural settings. Wouldn't these kids like to run and romp like me?
In spite of it's city setting, this site appears to be a safe place to park until we're ready to roll again. My people parked here once a few years ago when they had their other kitty with them.
I can't wait to get to Montana and Wyoming where I can see cows and horses. Give me land lots of land with starry skies above... Until I report back on my trip to Petsmart, purr-r-r-r.
I'm waiting today for the weather to warm up enough to open the windows and door. Again, it's a rainy, cool day but the sun just came out so I'll be holding my breath until it warms up.
These urban RV parks don't do a thing for my outlook because they are too crowded. I need lots of green space so that little varmints will come poking around and I can watch them cavort in the grass and bushes. I'm not sure why anyone would bring their kids to town to camp but all I see around here are RVs stuffed full of kids, something we don't see much of in nicer, more rural settings. Wouldn't these kids like to run and romp like me?
In spite of it's city setting, this site appears to be a safe place to park until we're ready to roll again. My people parked here once a few years ago when they had their other kitty with them.
I can't wait to get to Montana and Wyoming where I can see cows and horses. Give me land lots of land with starry skies above... Until I report back on my trip to Petsmart, purr-r-r-r.
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