Kitty can haz RV fun too! Feb20

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Kitty can haz RV fun too!

Those of you who are closest to us know that we have been struggling for the last couple of months with the decision to bring Kitty along on the RV Adventure.  Quite honestly, we just plain didn’t think she would live long enough to join in the fun, so we didn’t spend a lot of time imagining her in the mix or planning for all the feline traveling related logistics.

Princess tent for safe driving and some outdoor time at the campgrounds.

Princess tent for safe driving and some outdoor time at the campgrounds.

Her new harness didn't phase her much. Honey Badger don't care.  Kinda looks like a turtle neck!

Her new harness didn’t phase her much. Honey Badger don’t care. Kinda looks like a turtle neck!

 

But here we are, 8 days from leaving and the kid is raring to go. (“Raring” is age-relative in this case). She has spent a whopping 18 years of yowling and purring on this earth. She no longer hears very much except the spoon hitting her glass bowl, somehow that sound manages to cut through the deafness. She has “old-lady legs”, but they still get her up the stairs and allow her to mostly hop up onto laps (she deftly employs her plan b grappling hooks, aka front claws, if the hop falls short).

She sleeps most of the time, eats very little, still keeps her poop in the box, if not the litter and generally approaches life with a “sure, ok” attitude. Heck if she can survive being smooshed by a garage door, she can ramble about the country in a cushy RV for a while, right?

 

Napping with Ali.

Napping with Ali.

 

Kitty vs. Garage door sidebar: She was younger then, full of confidence, but also full in size since those were the extra-fluffy years. Anyway, she tried to race under the garage door as it was closing and got stuck when she was half way under. I had just walked into the house when I heard the door going up and down really fast, like a record skipping. So I walked back out to see what was wrong and saw her little head and arms sticking out from underneath and the door – it was banging down onto her, still trying to close.

I punched the button to make the door open, scooped her up and we drove the 2 mins to the nearest animal hospital that was just around the corner. She suffered a mini heart attack and severely bruised lungs so she spent a week inside an oxygen chamber. She was the kitty in the bubble. The vet said that her “extra girth” probably saved her, it cushioned her internal organs from the trauma. I chose right then to quietly and firmly accept that positive outlook on a fluffy physique.

 

Napping with Linny.

Napping with Linny.

 

Anyway, we had her out to the rig for the first time for our Bon Voyage Party and she adapted wonderfully. She sat quietly in her princess tent while driving, and when we arrived, explored her surroundings with big eyes, full heart. She christened her new litter box, which much to Allison’s chagrin has to live under the dining room table. And all the visitors who came to tour the RV said hello to her and she basked in the petting and praise. Good kitty, brave kitty, little ball of fur. Happy kitty, travel kitty, purr, purr, purr. [Sing it like Sheldon from Big Bang Theory.]

 

Asleep in my arms.

Asleep in my arms.

 

It’s going to require some extra patience and thought on our part. I’m sure there will be barf on the carpet and grappling hook scars on the couch. We’ll have to schedule our activities more carefully to avoid leaving her for too long since she only eats fresh from the spoon mixed grill these days (any dry crunchy food goes in the belly un-chewed and comes out the mouth later in the same shape just a little softer.) She’s just fur and bones now, so we’ve reviewed her limits extensively with regard to avoiding smooshable situations, and I think we’re all going to be just fine.

Let’s go Kitty!