Guess what? I just discovered a new gourmet treat. Best of all, I get to chase them down before I eat them. Fun and food! Who can ask for more? And no, these aren't those big black moths we had in Wyoming. They just weren't that tasty after one or two.
These little Arizona critters crawl in through the cracks. They're not that big, but my, are they tasty! Little ants have invaded the RV. They're not fire ants, but instead, just little ants that are apparently trying to get inside to enjoy the air conditioning. Who knew these tiny creatures could taste so good? And boy, are they fun to chase! My she-person says she might try them if they were chocolate-covered.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Under Attack in My Own RV
Last night I was feeling real "cool" because my people had bought me a Harley Davidson collar. Let me tell you, I look sharp! Only now my people have taken to calling me a "Harley Hog," and sometimes, "His Royal Plumpness." Really I'm not that plump! I've even lost a few ounces since my last visit to the vet when I got weighed.
But while I was actin' "cool" last night, struttin' around where I wasn't supposed to be, I found out there's still some scary things lurking in my motorhome that simply aren't safe. I jumped up on the overhead bed, where my people keep lots of extra supplies plus other goodies and a big fan, and was climbing around checking things out when suddenly something grabbed my back foot. I whirled around to try to get loose, then I took off flying across the bed, knockin' everything all over the place. and that sucker would not let go. I flew in front of the fan, which is a kinda' narrow spot, then tripped and fell onto a chair. As I hit the floor running, my people saw what had me and started howling with laughter.
It seems my people had one of those plastic bubble envelopes stored up top that is used for packing and shipping, and I had accidentally stepped on it and gotten my toenail caught in one of the bubbles! That thing was stuck to my foot and it would not come loose no matter what I did. I was sure some creature from outer space had hold of me because I had never seen such a thing before!
When my she-person could finally catch her breath from laughing, she bent down and pulled it off my foot. Still, I licked my foot over and over trying to erase all memory of the sheer terror. It took awhile to get over it, and although that bed had been one of my favorite places to sleep while it was cold outside, I'm not sure I'll ever jump up there again! I'm sure my people booby-trap some areas of the RV to keep me out...grrr-r-r-r.
But while I was actin' "cool" last night, struttin' around where I wasn't supposed to be, I found out there's still some scary things lurking in my motorhome that simply aren't safe. I jumped up on the overhead bed, where my people keep lots of extra supplies plus other goodies and a big fan, and was climbing around checking things out when suddenly something grabbed my back foot. I whirled around to try to get loose, then I took off flying across the bed, knockin' everything all over the place. and that sucker would not let go. I flew in front of the fan, which is a kinda' narrow spot, then tripped and fell onto a chair. As I hit the floor running, my people saw what had me and started howling with laughter.
It seems my people had one of those plastic bubble envelopes stored up top that is used for packing and shipping, and I had accidentally stepped on it and gotten my toenail caught in one of the bubbles! That thing was stuck to my foot and it would not come loose no matter what I did. I was sure some creature from outer space had hold of me because I had never seen such a thing before!
When my she-person could finally catch her breath from laughing, she bent down and pulled it off my foot. Still, I licked my foot over and over trying to erase all memory of the sheer terror. It took awhile to get over it, and although that bed had been one of my favorite places to sleep while it was cold outside, I'm not sure I'll ever jump up there again! I'm sure my people booby-trap some areas of the RV to keep me out...grrr-r-r-r.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
To Play or Sleep? That is the Question.
Here I am doing one of my favorite things: batting the ball around this plastic disk. I put one foot into the disk and bat it one direction, then stick my other foot in to stop it and send it back the other direction. I like to recline to play so I don't use too much energy.
Trouble is, it's much too easy for me to fall asleep while I'm lying on my back playing ball! ZZZ-z-z-z...
Danger Lurks in Unexpected Places On the Road
I'm living the good life. Traveling was fun because I got to see new places and animals outside my window that I didn't know existed, but now the door is left open for part of the day and I can look out on green grass and enjoy the breezes. I'm back to spending lots of time on the dashboard, too, where I can watch for people and animals I know and keep an eye on those I don't.
Life on the road can be dangerous for a curious but clumsy kitty like me. My he-person has to keep the outdoor wooden steps just inside the door while traveling, and I've found that's a great place to climb on to get to countertops and other places I'm not supposed to go. I'm not a jumper, so usually these places are out of my reach, but I become a daredevil when the steps are inside. I decided the other day to climb to the top and jump down into the door well, which has two more steps down. That's four deep steps dropping into a spot that was a little tight for jumping anyway, and what with my lack of coordination, I turned a complete somersault through the air before reaching the bottom step. Of course my people nearly passed out from laughing about that!
I guess there's nothing more amusing than a handsome black kitty like me having unfortunate accidents. Grrr-r-r-r.
Life on the road can be dangerous for a curious but clumsy kitty like me. My he-person has to keep the outdoor wooden steps just inside the door while traveling, and I've found that's a great place to climb on to get to countertops and other places I'm not supposed to go. I'm not a jumper, so usually these places are out of my reach, but I become a daredevil when the steps are inside. I decided the other day to climb to the top and jump down into the door well, which has two more steps down. That's four deep steps dropping into a spot that was a little tight for jumping anyway, and what with my lack of coordination, I turned a complete somersault through the air before reaching the bottom step. Of course my people nearly passed out from laughing about that!
I guess there's nothing more amusing than a handsome black kitty like me having unfortunate accidents. Grrr-r-r-r.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Back in Sunny Arizona
Aah! I'm back in Verde Valley, Arizona, and finding my groove. We got in late yesterday after a little problem on the Interstate just south of Flagstaff. We're driving down the one lane that was open due to construction when the engine suddenly died. No warning, but there we were with a line of traffic behind us. That's because my he-person drives the speed limit instead of 15-20 miles over like most people in AZ, but this time it wasn't good because he had to steer a dead RV between the construction cones to get into the closed lane.
We made it fine and our road service quickly had someone out to diagnose and repair the engine. Three hours later we finally hit the road again and arrived at the park about 5 P.M. The night before we had stayed in USA RV Park in Gallup, New Mexico, which was really nice. They even serve food cooked by a young culinary student. It sure smelled good, but no one offered me even one bite. Instead I had a choice between that canned, stinky stuff made for cats and the dry food, which isn't bad but it's no culinary delight. Believe me, back in January when my people took me in when I was starving, it tasted wonderful! Still, I sure would like to have a taste of a good grilled hamburger.
Now that we're back in V.V., I look out on a tree-shaded grassy spot, which I now realize is pretty special. It's hot, but not too hot for a furball like me. I even went outside for a couple of minutes today and checked it out. I'm back to my frisky self now. I've been a little draggy in the 6000-foot plus altitude that we've been camping in for the past month or more, but that's nothing to what my people were feeling as they tried to sightsee in places like Cripple Creek, Colorado and climb the hills around Colorado Springs. They're not getting any younger, and they're not as young as they were when they visited the Air Force Academy and Pikes Peak in 1970. Yeah, I'll bet they were pretty frisky back then, but now? No way!
Oh, and the camera that they always carried with them met a bad end in Cripple Creek when my he-person slid down a hill, using the camera as a crutch. He was able to save all but the last two photos that he took, so maybe there are some good ones of me that I can put on my blog.
Okay, gotta run now and see what mischief I can get into. Meow!
We made it fine and our road service quickly had someone out to diagnose and repair the engine. Three hours later we finally hit the road again and arrived at the park about 5 P.M. The night before we had stayed in USA RV Park in Gallup, New Mexico, which was really nice. They even serve food cooked by a young culinary student. It sure smelled good, but no one offered me even one bite. Instead I had a choice between that canned, stinky stuff made for cats and the dry food, which isn't bad but it's no culinary delight. Believe me, back in January when my people took me in when I was starving, it tasted wonderful! Still, I sure would like to have a taste of a good grilled hamburger.
Now that we're back in V.V., I look out on a tree-shaded grassy spot, which I now realize is pretty special. It's hot, but not too hot for a furball like me. I even went outside for a couple of minutes today and checked it out. I'm back to my frisky self now. I've been a little draggy in the 6000-foot plus altitude that we've been camping in for the past month or more, but that's nothing to what my people were feeling as they tried to sightsee in places like Cripple Creek, Colorado and climb the hills around Colorado Springs. They're not getting any younger, and they're not as young as they were when they visited the Air Force Academy and Pikes Peak in 1970. Yeah, I'll bet they were pretty frisky back then, but now? No way!
Oh, and the camera that they always carried with them met a bad end in Cripple Creek when my he-person slid down a hill, using the camera as a crutch. He was able to save all but the last two photos that he took, so maybe there are some good ones of me that I can put on my blog.
Okay, gotta run now and see what mischief I can get into. Meow!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Western Skies and Raging Storms
I'm rethinking my opinion of the wide open spaces in the West. I'm a real scaredy cat when it comes to big western storms in huge western skies. We spent last night in Las Vegas, New Mexico in a state park on a lake off I-25. I was just lying there in the window minding my own business (which means watching the tent campers across the way, but that's a guard-cat's business, isn't it?) Anyway, all of a sudden the wind came howling across that lake along with some cold air and I flew out of that window like a wild ape. I like to have cried my eyes out to my she-person, but she just told me it was okay. So I cried my eyes out to my he-person, and he sympathized with me. Finally my she-person got up and closed the window so I would calm down since I wasn't going to shut up until that cold wind quit blowing through my RV.
Then today we're driving along I-40 in western New Mexico when all of a sudden a rain and hail storm descended on us. The windshield wipers were slapping back and forth trying to keep up with the deluge, but instead of going swish swish, the one on the driver's side was going ker-plunk, ker-plop, ker-plunk, ker-plop and swinging wildly in the air. He-person had to jump out in the hail to fix it, and found out that wasn't gonna happen. When he got back in he looked like a drowned rat. Now you must know how I feel about rats, but he looked too pitiful and wet to attack. He finally got back out and replaced the broken wiper with the passenger side wiper, which meant my she-person couldn't see out her side to back-seat drive. Bummer.
I went back to bed when we got started rolling again and that's where my she-person found me when they finally stopped. She called to me and I didn't come out, so she came back to the bedroom and found me sound asleep on my back with my front feet straight up in the air. Hey, that's the way I get my best sleep, especially when we're rockin' and rollin' down the road.
We should get back to Verde Valley tomorrow and I can hardly wait to see the place where I was found prowling the park in search of food and comfort. I have lots of friends there, although most of them won't be back until fall. Still, I can't wait to see who is there. Purr-r-r-r.
Then today we're driving along I-40 in western New Mexico when all of a sudden a rain and hail storm descended on us. The windshield wipers were slapping back and forth trying to keep up with the deluge, but instead of going swish swish, the one on the driver's side was going ker-plunk, ker-plop, ker-plunk, ker-plop and swinging wildly in the air. He-person had to jump out in the hail to fix it, and found out that wasn't gonna happen. When he got back in he looked like a drowned rat. Now you must know how I feel about rats, but he looked too pitiful and wet to attack. He finally got back out and replaced the broken wiper with the passenger side wiper, which meant my she-person couldn't see out her side to back-seat drive. Bummer.
I went back to bed when we got started rolling again and that's where my she-person found me when they finally stopped. She called to me and I didn't come out, so she came back to the bedroom and found me sound asleep on my back with my front feet straight up in the air. Hey, that's the way I get my best sleep, especially when we're rockin' and rollin' down the road.
We should get back to Verde Valley tomorrow and I can hardly wait to see the place where I was found prowling the park in search of food and comfort. I have lots of friends there, although most of them won't be back until fall. Still, I can't wait to see who is there. Purr-r-r-r.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
More Kitty Heaven in Southwestern Colorado
Wow! Hot diggity kitty! We're in Colorado Springs, Colorado and this place is stupendous! We're staying at the Air Force Academy campground, and it is like staying in the forest. We have bears and mountain lions here since this is a wildlife preserve in addition to being the West Point of the Air Force. I keep looking for bears or great big kitties, but so far no luck. I'm not allowed to go out for walks because I might attract something too big to handle.
So here I lie with my head on the camera bag. I've figured out that my people always carry the camera when they leave the motorhome, so I'm sticking close to it so maybe they'll remember to take me with them. Earlier I had my arm (er, leg) wrapped around the bag, but I figured they might snatch it away from me and run. This way, with my head propped up on it, maybe they won't be able to grab it and scram so easily.
Today they saw the Garden of the Gods and Seven Falls, and tomorrow they plan to take pictures of the Academy Chapel, which is supposed to be beautiful, then go out to eat somewhere. Now why can't I go with them? I mean I'm well behaved most of the time.
Well, I guess I'll just have to be thankful to be along for the ride and get to see all the wonderful sights through the windows of the RV. This ain't a bad way for a kitty to live.
So here I lie with my head on the camera bag. I've figured out that my people always carry the camera when they leave the motorhome, so I'm sticking close to it so maybe they'll remember to take me with them. Earlier I had my arm (er, leg) wrapped around the bag, but I figured they might snatch it away from me and run. This way, with my head propped up on it, maybe they won't be able to grab it and scram so easily.
Today they saw the Garden of the Gods and Seven Falls, and tomorrow they plan to take pictures of the Academy Chapel, which is supposed to be beautiful, then go out to eat somewhere. Now why can't I go with them? I mean I'm well behaved most of the time.
Well, I guess I'll just have to be thankful to be along for the ride and get to see all the wonderful sights through the windows of the RV. This ain't a bad way for a kitty to live.
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Fireworks Galore!
Well it's another day, and here I am in Cheyenne, Wyoming in a nice site among trees and alongside a creek. Wow, there are some great places to see in this great country. It's hard to believe, but I've already traveled about 3000 miles since March.
We got quite the send-off from Gillette, Wyoming with a fireworks show the night before we pulled out. I'm quite sure the spectacular show was just for me. I wasn't scared at all. I sat watching the lights and listening to the pops and booms from behind the screen door, and even when my people walked away to get a closer view, I stayed right by the door. I didn't want to miss a thing! We were parked only a few rows from where the fireworks were launched.
I wonder if they'll give a light and noise show in my honor when we leave Cheyenne?
We got quite the send-off from Gillette, Wyoming with a fireworks show the night before we pulled out. I'm quite sure the spectacular show was just for me. I wasn't scared at all. I sat watching the lights and listening to the pops and booms from behind the screen door, and even when my people walked away to get a closer view, I stayed right by the door. I didn't want to miss a thing! We were parked only a few rows from where the fireworks were launched.
I wonder if they'll give a light and noise show in my honor when we leave Cheyenne?
Friday, July 4, 2008
Hiding Out in the RV
I'm spittin' mad now, so I'm hiding out from my people.
I love to play, so I look for things lying around that I can amuse myself with. I just found a nice little cord tied into a bundle on top of the lamp table that looked like great fun, so I grabbed it and my he-person fussed at me just as I hit the floor with it in my mouth. He grabbed it away from me, so I decided to hide so maybe he'll worry about me and feel sorry for me.
I'll teach him to let me have my way! But don't worry, I'll show up for dinner. I'm not your average fool!
Oops, a rubber band just went flying through the air so I had better come out so I can play again. I think I forgot to mention that my he-person brought home a rubber-band shooter the other night, so he shoots them and I chase them. He got me in the rear end with a rubber band the other day and I jumped straight up in the air. He claims it was an accident, but I'm sure he just wanted to startle me. Still, I don't miss any opportunities to play.
I love to play, so I look for things lying around that I can amuse myself with. I just found a nice little cord tied into a bundle on top of the lamp table that looked like great fun, so I grabbed it and my he-person fussed at me just as I hit the floor with it in my mouth. He grabbed it away from me, so I decided to hide so maybe he'll worry about me and feel sorry for me.
I'll teach him to let me have my way! But don't worry, I'll show up for dinner. I'm not your average fool!
Oops, a rubber band just went flying through the air so I had better come out so I can play again. I think I forgot to mention that my he-person brought home a rubber-band shooter the other night, so he shoots them and I chase them. He got me in the rear end with a rubber band the other day and I jumped straight up in the air. He claims it was an accident, but I'm sure he just wanted to startle me. Still, I don't miss any opportunities to play.
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