The weirdest thing happened to me. A couple of nights ago I started staggering and wobbling like a drunk. And no, I hadn't been smoking any funny stuff or drinking exotic drinks.
The he-person had my feathers on a stick that I love to play with so much, and he held it and twirled it around and around above my head. Well silly me, I whirled around in a tight little circle about six times trying my darndest to catch the feathers until my head was spinning, too. Then all of a sudden I had to stop, but my eyes bugged out and my body kept swaying back and forth. I couldn't figure out what in a fat rat's tail was happening to me!
My people laughed until they were blue in the face, but I couldn't see what was so funny. Now I'm trying to think of a way to get even. Trust me, I'll get them eventually.
We've had a couple of days of good weather and the Canada geese have been extra noisy. I'll put a photo of them on my blog in a couple of days They honk so loud, they've been giving me fits! Between listening to them and keeping an eye out for the gray and white next door and the deer that keep parading behind the motorhome, I'm not getting many cat naps. But then, I don't need my beauty sleep as much as my people do. M-e-o-w-w-w!
Inky
Aren't I handsome, sunning myself on my RV dashboard?
Inky
My favorite pose!
About Me
- Travelin' With Inky
- Hi! My name is Inky and I'm a black Manx cat. I'm a lucky little fellow, although early last January (2008) I wasn't sure I would even survive. You see, I was abandoned. My front claws were removed, so I couldn't even catch my own dinner. I lived on birdseed, since that's what I found below bird feeders as I tried to catch my own food. I was sure skinny and starved. Many nights I spent alone in freezing rain, so I hid away wherever I could find a safe place. Coyotes, javelinas and a gray fox wandered the park in search of a tasty meal like me. My former people were probably RVers, since I was found in an RV park, and maybe they had to leave without me. Still, they never even left a message with staff about me being missing, and they never called back to see if I had been found. But that's all in the past now. The scary times are over. Now I'm at home in another RV, and my new people play with me and let me sun myself on the dashboard of our motorhome. Six months after my former people had failed to show up, my new people microchipped me so that if I ever get lost again, a Vet can scan me to reunite me with them again. Now that's true love! P-u-r-r-r-r.
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