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.
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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