Two Good Eyes Just In Time to Explore My New Home

Hey y'all, my eye is finally all better. Yippee! And on the trip home from my last vet visit, we stopped off at an empty house so I could explore it.

What's this? I got to roam through the entire house, although I mostly slunk along the walls from one room to the next. I did check everything out, though, except for looking out the doors. I wasn't sure what might be hiding out there, waiting to attack me if I crept up to the door. Let me tell you, it was comforting to crawl back in my pet carrier after exploring, even though I usually fight going in there! But then I'm usually getting in to go to the vet, and this time I knew I had already been there. Surely my people wouldn't haul me back again on the same day.

Apparently this house is going to be my new home. There was not much furniture inside, certainly nothing I recognized. There was a bed that I could actually crawl under, so that might become my favorite new hiding place when we move in. I do like to crawl under the bed at my California auntie and uncle's house, then reach out and bat my paw at people when they walk by. What fun that is, especially since they can't get under the bed to catch me. That's my kind of place! And I saw a dresser with drawer pulls in the new house that I can play with in the middle of the night. Heck, maybe I'll get lucky and someone will leave a drawer open so I can crawl inside and curl up and go to sleep. Just don't shut me inside and forget about me, please!

I've seen packed boxes leaving the motorhome, and I think they must be ending up in the garage of the new house, because I saw lots of them there. I hope this doesn't mean I won't get to travel at all anymore. My people promise we'll still go RVing. I've gotten used to seeing the sights and would miss it if I never got to see anything new.

I didn't hear any roosters or geese at the new house, like my people said I would. I'm not sure whether that's something I will like or not, especially since they'll be on the other side of a tall wall and I won't be able to see them. I've heard and seen plenty of fat, waddling geese, but a rooster will be something else. What, exactly, do they sound like? I wonder if I can get over the wall and chase it? Probably I'll be too chicken to try it. Oops, is that what my people call a pun?

I can't wait to see what surprises might await me when we finally move a few weeks from now. Anyway, life goes on here in the 'hood'. The sun is shining, it's nice and cool, and it's time for my kitty nap. Wake me when something exciting happens. Purr-r-r-r.

Looking for trouble with one good eye

I went to the vet again, this time for an eye infection, and yes, she used that thermometer again. That woman can't seem to understand that when I growl really low, it means I don't want her or it touching me! What part of grrr-r-r-r does she not understand? But the good thing is I found out my diet must be working because I've lost 3 and 1/4 ounces. Yippee. Okay, you don't need to remind me that a few ounces isn't much. It's a start.

Meanwhile, my motorhome seems to be getting more and more disorganized. I still can't figure out what's happening. Maybe we're taking a trip again? My people seem to be spending more and more time away, so maybe they're stocking up for the trip? They keep telling me I'm really going to like it, whatever "it" is.

Maybe something else is going on. All I know is that when they're home, they are constantly wrapping me in a hot stuffy blanket, then my she-person pokes some eye ointment into my poor eye. I do more than growl low when they tackle me, wrap me and hold me down. I let out a yowl that would wake the dead and scare the coyotes away. My people are fearless though -- or else they're stupid -- because they don't back off.

My eye is better though, thanks for asking, and maybe in a few days I won't need any more forced medicating. Then maybe my people will take me with them when they go out for the day. I could use a change of scenery - purr-r-r-r. That is, unless some cute little doggies move in next door again.

Another Black Cat in My Motorhome!

Things are going on around here that I don’t understand! In a movable home like ours, that’s not unusual, but lately there seems to be even more activity of the weird kind than usual.

Yesterday my he-person carried a huge square thing in, and as soon as he set it down at the end of the hall, I saw a black cat in it. Yikes! I very carefully crept up to it, afraid it might attack me. Heck, I didn’t know if I might have to turn and hightail (or stub-tail in my case) it out of there. But it just stood there looking blankly at me, so I sniffed it. Nothing. No smell, no noise. What’s going on here?

I climbed on the bed to get a look from above, but I couldn’t see or hear a thing. So I jumped down and sniffed behind it. Still nothing. Then my she-person started walking out of the mirror, so I looked up at her and meowed. She laughed and asked what was wrong, but her voice came from behind me instead of in front of me where I could plainly see her. What the heck? I whirled around and there she was behind me.
But how, when I can plainly see her no matter which way I looked?

Finally I walked a few feet down the hall and looked back over my shoulder at it to make sure the black cat wasn’t chasing me. It was doing the same darn thing as me, looking back at me. What? Was that thing mocking me?

I’m beginning to wonder if we have one of the cats from my auntie and uncle’s house in California? But when my he-p. carried the big square thing back out of the motorhome, the cat seemed to disappear, too. I wonder if I’ll see it outside the door when it’s opened again?

Hey, if I appear freaky sometimes, don’t blame me. Now you have an idea of the kind of things I put up with around here.

Cuteness is My Middle Name

This past weekend was fun, fun, fun! My auntie and uncle with the humongous house in California came to visit. They’re not really my relatives because they are human, but they’re really, really good friends of my people—so therefore, they’re my auntie and uncle. I love them like they were kitties. Of course, while they were here all the people ate many meals out and didn’t invite me. Like they didn’t know that I could smell it on their breath? What do they take me for—a dunce?

I got plenty of opportunities to enchant our company. My favorite thing is, as you all know from reading my blog, lying on my back in the middle of the floor and checking constantly to make sure everyone is watching me. I twist and turn and look at each person again and again because I want their eyes on me and no one else!

My uncle-person sat in the she-person’s glider and put his feet on MY glider footstool, so I decided to challenge him for it. I waltzed over and stared him down, and then meowed, but he ignored me. Then my she-person asked what was wrong, so I gave her a pitiful look, then looked back at him and meowed again. Harrumph! He still ignored me while everyone else almost passed out laughing.

Finally he moved his feet to one side and I promptly jumped up and shared the footstool with his stinky feet. Oh well, I’m just a cat. But I’m not as generous about sharing my things as they are about sharing their big home full of black cats with me. My she-person says I’m rude and inconsiderate, but by golly, I went without a home for awhile, so don’t blame me if I’m a little possessive about my things.

Company's Comin' - Yippee!

I just got the word that company's comin' next week. I can't wait to display my charms on my California friends in my own environment. They haven't seen me yet in my super-relaxed at home mode. When I'm at their house, I'm usually too awed of the big house or more interested in mowing down their houseplants than in showing off for them.

Now, surrounded by my own toys and gadgets, I can really show them what I'm made of. At home I can be cute as can be lying on my back in front of them, twisting and turning so I can make eye contact with them to make sure they're watching my every move. That's my favorite trick, but I also have certain toys that my people don't take to California when we go, such as my birdie hanging from the ceiling. Boy do I put on a show playing with that thing!

I managed to get out the door a couple of days ago while my she-person was coming through it with her arms full. I ran to the far side of the patio and sat down to chew on the bushes, but here she came thinking she could swoop me up or urge me indoors, so I took off next door. I quickly hid so she couldn't find me, and I certainly didn't answer her calls! What does she take me for, an idiot-cat? Then when she went inside to put on shoes so she could conduct a proper search, I disappeared entirely.

Once she went out again and over to the other side of the motorhome, I promptly headed home. Luckily she left the door open so I could get in and, therefore, make it plain that going inside was MY IDEA instead of hers. The neighbors yelled at her and told her I was sitting calmly inside the door acting like I hadn't been anywhere at all and was just wondering why the heck she was outside calling for me. I'm real clever that way.

Oh, I'm so intelligent! I've also gotten curious lately about watching to see how my humans unlock the door and unlatch the screen door. One of these days I'm going to surprise them and let myself out. I've already figured out how to get into the cabinet where they keep my food bag. One day I got inside the cupboard and chewed through an unopened dry food bag that was bought before they put me on that danged diet. I was happily munching away when my people discovered me. They promptly taped the bag shut and took it, along with several cans of my previous food to the humane society for their hungry kitties. Now what I want to know is why those kitties deserve the fattening stuff when I don't???

Oops, I just fell off the back of the couch while I was charging at the finches on the feeder. I just got so excited watching them that I tumbled backwards, then jumped up quickly hoping my humans hadn't noticed how clumsy I was. After all, I want everyone to think I'm always perfectly in charge - or is that purr-fectly?

Christmas in the Golden State

Well I'm back from California! Of course, I did my whiny thing for a few long minutes when we first hit the highway, then I settled down in my crate for a long nap. But that was only after my he-person opened the crate door so I could get out if I wanted. I didn't, but I might have.

I had so much fun exploring every room in the big mansion in California. This time I wasn't afraid to mingle with anyone who walked in the door and I mostly ignored the other black cats in the mirrors. But my main interest was in taste testing the potted plants. I constantly detoured towards the plants just so I could watch my people jump up and run after me. It's great fun to see them chasing after me, and I can sure tell you that one of them needs the exercise as much as I do.

I got weighed while in CA, and it seems that more than a pound has sneaked onto my body since the vet told my people I needed to lose a few ounces back in June. Uh-oh! Not good news when I go for my check-up next month. Getting exercise in an RV doesn't exactly make me giddy. I'm limited to running back and forth and jumping up on the bed, or up in the window. Nothing exciting about that! I do like to play with my toys, but I prefer doing it while lying down. Maybe I was just meant to be plump?

My newest Christmas toy was a ball that holds water, and has a plastic fish inside that moves around. I prefer it empty because it's easier to roll around, but frankly, chasing a ball is simply too strenuous for me. My folks have cut back on my food, and I'm much too hungry now to get excited about chasing anything, even my catnip-filled mice. By the way, my folks came home with about 8 pounds of chocolate. Guess who else will be needing to go on a diet!

It rained in California so I didn't get to go outside to graze on the grass, but back in AZ, the skies are absolutely gorgeous with warmish sunshine. Life is good. Purr-r-r-r. Maybe my people will put a photo of me (relaxing on the fireplace hearth) on my blog sometime soon.

Look Out California - Here I Come Again!

Hey, it's just fun, fun, fun around here. NOT! It has been raining for a couple of days, plus it is gray and dreary, so I can't lie on my back in the sunshine to get my daily dose of rays. On the plus side for my people, I haven't wanted to run outside. I can remember what it was like to be outside in the rain, and it's not for me. I'm afraid my people would just let me stay out there because they like the rain even less than I do! I don't think they would chase me down or even hold the door open for me in case I changed my mind.

I am heading for California again for Christmas. Can't wait to get over there and hunt down all those black cats that are hiding in my human auntie and uncle's house. They're gonna wish they had never seen the likes of me because I'm planning to really scare them this time. No surprises for me! I'll sneak up on those mirrored doors, then hiss and growl at those cats and see if they don't flee in terror.

I might be a sweet little kitty when it's time to eat, play, and sleep, but I can be a wild ape when the mood strikes. And I think my stinker factor will definitely go up when I get to California. I sure don't want any of those little buggars to come home with us!

Chin Scratches and Kitty Dreams

Well it has been a busy few days as more and more of my people's friends find their way back to the valley. I've had lots of chin scratches and admiring looks from some of those folks. I'll just bet I'm the handsomest kitty they've ever seen? (she-person's note: In your dreams, Inky!)

Halloween is almost here, and my she-person told me I needed a false tail so I could stand in the window and look fierce. Next thing I know, she'll be sticking me next to one of them freaky pumpkins with a candle inside. Harumph!

My people bought me another toy to play with. This one has a bird on top with feathers, sitting in what looks kind of like a palm tree. If I slap it, the bird chirps several time, but frankly, I don't have enough energy to slap that dumb stuffed bird around, even if it is stuffed with catnip. It's much better to look out the window at the finch feeder, and make a running attack at the window screen when the birds light on it. I'm just sure that someday I'll be able to reach through the screen and grab me a mouthful of real feathers from a live bird.

And sometimes I get a real thrill. The other day I saw two lizards outside on the patio playing with each other, and went running towards the screen door so I could watch closely. Oh how I would have loved to give them a run for their money, but my she-person refused to open the door. Someday I'll figure out how to get the latch on that door open so I can chase birds, lizards, or any other wildlife. There are some black kitties running around in the park that I don't really care to chase because they stink to high heaven. They have white stripes down their backs. I heard some were captured and hauled away, so maybe I won't accidentally run into them if I get outside again.

(she-person's note: Again, in your dreams Inky! Face it bubba, you're an indoor kitty, now.)

The Great Outdoors

It's been a few days since I posted, but believe me, I haven't been idle! I can always find ways to get into heaps of trouble.

This morning, my she-person took me out on the leash and figured if I showed any inclination to walk, we'd walk. I didn't, so she fastened me to the arm of her chair while I moseyed around tasting the clumps of grass near the patio. But then, all of a sudden I realized that I know how to get out of my harness, and I did. I jumped backwards, got loose, and high-tailed it under the motorhome. When my people couldn't get me to come out, they banged on the side of the RV to scare me, then they squirted me with the water hose. Yikes!

That just about scared the shine off my fur!

There's not a harness made that will keep me from getting loose. And it's not like I want to get away from them. Not me. Do I have stupid written on my black brow? I think not! I know where my food comes from, and I don't intend to get too far from the pantry or the hands that feed me. But I would like to not be attached by the neck to a leash so that I can explore a little. Can't a cute, cuddly little boy like me have some freedom? Meow -w-w-w.

New Toys and Walks on the Leash

Oh boy! My he-person came home from the store bringing new toys for me. Of course, since I wasn't born yesterday, I know that it is important to look this particular gift horse in the mouth because when he comes bearing gifts, there's usually a catch. This time he brought a new feather toy and a long tube with holes at each end and one in the middle. I guess I'm supposed to tunnel through the tube, but there has to be a catch somewhere.

In the first place, the tunnel is made of fabric that cracks and crinkles when it's touched, so the noise kind of scared me at first. But I finally got brave and worked up the nerve to crawl through it, and what happens? Something attacks my behind and I can't turn around to fight it off! Grrr-r-r-r.

So now I know why he bought the feather toy -- so he could entice me into the tunnel, then attack me from behind with the feather. Humph! There's one thing he didn't count on, though. I'm so long when I'm stretched out that I can almost reach the far end while I've still got my back end out the other side. Now that I've smartened up, that makes it hard for my he-person to get me all the way inside the tunnel. Nah nah nah nah nah nah. I'm sure I will enjoy playing in the tunnel all by myself, but I do appreciate an audience that will laugh at me. Maybe I'll make up my own games with the tunnel.

My people have also started taking me out for walks again. We missed a few weeks while traveling, then when we got settled in here there were too many ants, and so spray was used all around the outside. Now it is good and dry, so my time has come to get trussed up in the harness and hauled out the door. We did this a couple of days ago, but I didn't get very far.

Last night it finally hit me how much fun this actually was, so I took a long hike. Of course, I was encouraged by my he-person pulling straight up on the leash so I couldn't lie down on the ground. My method of operation up to now has to been take two steps, lie down, chew on the grass, get up and take two more steps, and so on. So my walks were always short since it took me about 20 minutes to take half-a-dozen steps. But last night I walked in the grass and found out I really did enjoy being outdoors and walking. I even went across the road to another grassy area. Heck, I might want to do this every day! Purr-r-r-r.

Shady Sites, Wonderful Weather and Travel Plans

Well, we moved once again! One month in our site in Verde Valley, and my people weren't happy that there was no shade on the RV. They wanted a site up in the pine trees, which are way bigger than the deciduous trees and provide lots of shade.

It does get hot in V.V. every day before the clouds come in and cool it down. Sometimes that happens by 2:00 PM, but sometimes it gets up almost to 100 before the rain comes in about 4:00 or 5:00 PM. The air conditioner keeps it nice and cool inside, but I like my windows open so I can enjoy cool breezes, plus it's easier to see everything going on. I keep an eye on the neighbors who have a cute little dog. I met it a couple of days ago, but I was a little shy and only got within a couple of feet of it.

Now we're in a nice, shady spot and the windows and door can stay open until almost noon. We haven't had rain in a couple of days, so it has gotten up in the high nineties in mid-afternoon, but it's nice in this site and we always have really cool nights.

The rain should be back tomorrow. Yippee! I love the smell of the grass and trees after the rain. And now my people are thinking we might move again to the site where they were parked when I moved in with them. If only Dixie, the yellow lab can come back and park next door. I just love her and her people! They're the ones who rescued me one cold, dark night.

My people are threatening to haul my furry behind to California in a couple of weeks to meet all my human "aunts" and "uncles" who live there. We will be traveling by car instead of in the motorhome, so I'm not at all sure I will like that. I might raise a ruckus the whole way there to annoy my people.

Should I purr or growl?

Birthdays - When Is Mine?

Well I've certainly learned about a new reason to celebrate this week. My he-person had his birthday, and it appears that the focus of it is about eating good food. He came in reeking of something yummy two times this week, and I want to know, when will we celebrate my birthday?

I'm afraid mine will be skipped because my people don't know what day it was. That's because I was abandoned, and my old people didn't leave any information about me. I want a birthday, too!

What am I, pond scum?

I guess I'll have to figure out some way to let them know that they can pick a date. Maybe celebrate the day they took me in? After all, that's when my new life started. I can accept that as long as I get special treats and presents! I would be happy with some fish and those catnip-filled mice that they've got hidden from me and that I accidentally found one day.

Let's celebrate!!! Purr-r-r-r.

This Spot is All Mine!

Well, I've finally won at least one argument in our household. I've claimed one soft, comfy spot as all mine!

First of all, I tried to get comfortable in my peoples' chairs, but they would always run me out by almost sitting on top of me. I mean, sometimes I had to jump for my life if I didn't want to be squashed flat as a pancake. I don't want the sofa. I mean, if my people don't want to sit there, why should I? And the back of the sofa is only appealing when the window behind it is open. That is one place I like to stretch out on my back and let the cool breezes ruffle my fur. But make no mistake, I really prefer inconveniencing my people, and I've never seen them climb up on the back of the sofa to take a nap.

But I did happen to notice that sometimes my she-person puts her feet up on her footstool and sometimes she doesn't, so that's where I decided to claim MY space. Now, anytime I see her feet up on it, I put my front feet on it and squall at the top of my lungs until she has to notice me. And if for some unfathomable reason she doesn't understand or hear me, I climb up on the arm of her chair and squall in her ear. And yeah, I give a really piercing, loud meow when I want to get her attention. She jerks her feet off that stool so fast it makes my head swim, then I jump on it really fast and give her another snarky meow and dirty look to show her who is boss.

There's only one problem with my footstool. It is a glider stool that matches her glider rocker. Sometimes I wiggle around too much and accidentally get it swaying back and forth, then I roll off. I even managed to scratch my she-person one time because I was rolling around on it and went flying off the side next to her bare legs. As I stuck out my claws to try and get some traction before I hit the floor, I clawed her. Oops!

She didn't get mad at me, but she does steer clear when I'm relaxing on it now. Better not no one mess with me and my footstool.

Gourmet Treats that Crawl

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.