Ok look, people with two legs get to do a lot more fun things on a trip to Alaska in a small camper than people with 4 legs. Yeah, I guess I had a good time. I got to go out a lot more often than I usually do, but most of the time, I was left behind.
I would sit and wait for hours for them to come back and feed me.
While they were gone, I searched for the food. Eventually I found it, not that it did me much good. It was on a shelf I couldn’t reach, and in a sealed container. Drat.
I could see the food, and practically taste it, but I couldn't reach out and grab it.
That’s ok. Little did they know that the minute they were gone, I ran up to the bedroom to snooze on their pillows. They hate that.
I’m a CAT for crying out loud! I need my caves! They had to empty out most of this cabinet just to make room for me to lay down. Hey, that’s not my fault!
I mean, really…. I don’t ask for much. When Paul flew to California for a wedding, I wanted to go with him. Was that too much to ask??? Apparently it was because I sure didn't get to go.
I’ll give them a little credit for trying to keep me entertained. They actually managed to find my favorite toy in a store in Canada. That was good for about 5 minutes of fun.
Somehow they thought it would be “fun” for me to work for my food so they put it in a little ball that would spew it out one piece at a time. But only IF I rolled it around. Boy, did that get old fast.
Of course, occasionally they would let me outside, and I would supervise whatever activity happened to be taking place. I’m a great supervisor.
I guess the scenery was pretty good in Alaska, when I got the chance to pay attention to it.
A lot of times I was too busy untangling the leash from the rocks and chairs that someone was inconsiderate enough to leave lying around.
There sure were lots of mountains and tons of lakes with fresh, clear water in Alaska.
I love drinking from the lakes. I even learned how to stand on the rocks, so I didn't get my paws wet (ok, someone may have shown me how to do that).
I had a really good laugh the day I escaped. I headed over to a nearby bush and tried to get to a nest of little moles. I just wanted to play with them, but someone figured out that I got out, and put me back in the camper before I could introduce myself to my new friends. A little while later, I watched the mommy mole pick up her babies, one at a time, and move them to a different bush! Gee, was it something I said???
All the activity tires me out and I have to take a nap. I take a lot of naps. They call them “cat naps”.