Okay, here's the story folks. Nobody but nobody asked me my opinion of traveling before they started dragging me along in an RV. I mean, my first family was most likely RVers, and didn't anyone figure out that if I got away from that situation, it might be because I wasn't a happy camper?
So yesterday morning my people started the RV's engine, and I went tearing to the back of the motorhome. As soon as we were moving, I ran to the front and jumped up on the dash (after all, I am a handsome dash ornament) and started pacing back and forth. My he-person couldn't see around or through me, so before we got to the highway, my she-person was grabbing at me to get me down. Oh please! She still thinks she's fast enough to catch me, but I showed her.
As soon as they got the RV stopped, they caught me and locked me in the bathroom. How dare they? So I found a seat up on the vanity, and that's where they found me when we finally reached the RV dealer's, where they were having some maintenance done before we seriously hit the road. Then they stopped to get gas, then to buy a new battery, then to load up on propane. Somewhere in all those stops, I thought it was safe to get down and use my potty, which is inside the shower stall. They always leave the door slightly ajar so that I can always get in.
To my horror, the motorhome started moving again and the shower door slammed shut with me inside. Ugh! Kitty poop doesn't smell so great when you're locked in with it! So there I sat, quietly and patiently waiting for someone, ANYONE, to find me and let me out.
I was one exhausted kitty when we finally got parked back in our site, so I settled down for some much-needed beauty sleep for the rest of the day and night. I slept so soundly my she-person had to wake me for supper. That's a first!
Today's another day, and I'm enjoying looking out the open doorway. This Arizona weather is like heaven as long as you can peacefully lie in the sun and soak it up. Surely they don't plan to haul my gorgeous, sun-loving self off to the rainy Northwest, but that's what they're threatening to do when we leave here this weekend. I may have to borrow someone's fur coat to wear over my own luxurious fur to protect it and keep me warm.
Stay tuned for my next adventure(?) on the road. Until next time, purr-r-r-r.
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