Hey y’all, Guess what? I’m posting again! Let’s talk cats.
When we started on the road, I wasn’t sure how our cats were going to handle such a drastic change in scenery, being used to seeing the same sites day in and day out while living stationary in a non-moving trailer in the middle of a trailer park. I worried more about one of them slipping out the door, however, now that we’ve been on the road since October, I’m not worrying quite as much because I’ve found that one cat has no interest in being outside, one cat has decided her ‘perch place’ is as far away from the only door as possible, and one cat we keep harnessed during the day and leashed only when needed.
Our oldest, Merlyn, has no interest in being outside. She’s nearly 10 years old and we’ve had her since she was 8 weeks old. She doesn’t even seem to care about looking out the windows. She’ll make herself comfortable almost anywhere she can plant her butt. She gets comfortable sitting on the dash right in front of the steering wheel, laying out on top of the dirty laundry pile, at times she even claims our daughter’s open backpacks as her own, and then there’s the top of the back of the passenger’s seat, right beside the only door. We can literally have the door open. She looks out, but she has the Jeff Dunham’s ‘Walter’ attitude… “I don’t give a damn.” I’m not surprised being where she has been with us; Maine, Massachusetts airport, Georgia, and now Florida where we’re currently visiting.
Our second oldest, Carlee, has a slightly different attitude about traveling. She’s nearly 8 years old and we’ve had her since she was 8 weeks old as well. We’ve found her favorite place to perch are right on top of our printer in our bedroom, or on the back of the booth next to their food and water dishes. She won’t go near the door, which I’m very thankful for because she spooks so easily, thanks in part to my godfather. When she was a kitten, after we first got her, he visited from Maryland and simply would not leave her alone. She has become the kind of cat that comes to you if she wants attention, otherwise, leave her alone or she runs. If she were to get out, she’d run, and that would be the end of her; an image that makes me sick to my stomach to even think of.
When we first started out traveling in our motorhome, we spent the first weekend at a place called Beaver Run, in Metter, Georgia. We left her and the others harnessed and leashed while we took a family walk around the spring-fed lake. We were only gone for about a half hour, maybe 45 minutes. When we returned, I found her harness still attached to the leash, but she was nowhere in sight. I didn’t start panicking until we literally searched every possible place in our 24-footer and couldn’t find her in any of them. Frantic, I didn’t know what to think. Hubby finally found her when he decided to run his hands up under the dashboard, over the engine hump (because our camper is an ‘87’ and does need some work) and that’s where he found her. She was simply hiding from our youngest cat which isn’t surprising. I of course, cried tears of relief, on the verge of the possibility that she was gone forever.
Now, the youngest of the three, Maleficent, has quite a different personality. She just turned a year old this past November. We found her at Kitty City Cat Rescue in Macon, Georgia and adopted her for our teenage daughter, also making a $60 donation to the rescue in our daughter’s name. We call her the ‘puma’ because she is fiercely playful and doesn’t seem to have a fear of anything. We have to keep her harnessed throughout the day and leashed, but only when necessary, otherwise I fear it could be a ‘curiosity killed the cat’ kind of situation. Not a single day goes by that she doesn’t live up to her name. We’ve given her several nicknames since the day I brought her home from the cat rescue. There’s ‘puma’ because when she plays, she growls like she’s a big scary puma in a small, indoor domesticated cat’s body. We call her ‘Belles’ like ‘Belle’ in “The Beauty and the Beast” because of the bell on her collar which allows us to easily keep tabs on her regardless of the time of day, or night. She makes a really good early morning alarm clock. Scratch-jingle, scratch-jingle, scratch-jingle… time to fill the food bowl!
Now that we’ve been traveling for a couple months, I’m not worrying quite as much, but I won’t lie, my worry is still evident, just lessened. They’re all proving we’ve done well in training them, with the exception of Merlyn’s ‘her majesty’ attitude. We spoil all our cats, but Merlyn, she’s just… too spoiled for her own good, and she knows it. Hubby is putting a wager on that Merlyn will become a ‘dash cat’ within a year. If he proves to be right, she’ll be the only one in the three cats we have, and that’s only because she’s his cat, or he’s her human.
Well, I think that does it for today’s post. Thanks again for reading and for following y’all. Check in tomorrow for another new post as I fill y’all in on our experiences in Fort Myers, Florida!