After doing what cats do best, I woke up to discover we were in the desert. Dad was driving so slow to our campsite in the middle of nowhere. I kept meowing and running on the dash to tell him to hurry up. I reached for the door meowing that I wanted out. Mommy said that we have to wait until daddy parked our home before I could get out. I crouched next to the door. It took forever, then finally Mommy put on my leash and I bounced out the door. Wow! What a place. Dirt everywhere. I rolled so much that my fur was the full of the dusty wondrous dirt. I led Mommy around our new place. I had to smell everything. What's this? A rock. What's this? a bush. I repeated until my mom hooked me to my lead. I think she got tired of watching me smell stuff. Humans don't smell stuff like cats. They are missing out. Then I saw my favorite place at every campground. The fire pit! If you haven't ever been in a camp fire pit, you need to try it. You are missing out on a good place to play. Plus, you can hide and see everything. I was just settling into my fire pit playground, when I saw it coming toward me. Barking and all jumpy! Another dog NOT on a leash. Friend or foe, I didn't know. All I know is dogs think we are their play things. Really! I jump out of my fire pit and make the biggest "Scardy Cat" and hiss loudly. It didn't listen when its parents were calling it. "Kelsey, come here!" And they say cats don't listen. As it approached I start kicking up dirt and rocks as a spun around. If it gets any closer, I was going to make sure I left a reminder on its chin. Before I could, it took off toward its parents. Yeah, I showed that dog who was boss. Don't mess with me! HA! Settling back into my fire pit scanning for more doges. I enjoyed the open space and quiet.
After awhile, it started to get really dark. It was the darkest that I have ever seen in all my months! I heard strange noises again. I kept a look out from the direction it was coming from but I couldn't see anything. My daddy started cooking some delicious smelling meat on the grill. If I don't beg, they usually give me some pieces. Then I saw it. It wasn't a dog. It was a little bigger than me. It had a grey bushy tail and pointy ears like me. It was getting closer. I looked at my daddy but he didn't see it in the bushes. So I did the only thing I could, I began to meow a lot. Daddy had to use a light to see it. Humans don't see well as well as cats which is unfortunate for them. I moved as far as could on my lead toward the creature in the bush. Finally, my dad called to my mom and said, "Honey, we have a fox in our campsite." She ran out of the house with the light that makes loud cracking noise. She made the cracking noise and the fox ran off. Then the strange noises got louder. The one became three and they were circling us. Mommy and daddy kicked rocks and shouted but they wouldn't leave. All of sudden we heard loud howling and a lot of noise. My mommy scooped me up and ran into our home. She said in a shaky voice, "Lyra, you can't be outside. The fox might hurt you. " I wiggled and meowed, "Mommy, I can protect you. Don't put me inside." She didn't listen. Trapped inside I did what I could. I patrolled from window to window until my parents were safely inside. I knew, they were really worried about me because they didn't even care that I left dirty paw prints all over the counters and furniture. What a night!!
This morning we went for a walk. I tried to find the fox but I couldn't so I took a nap. It's hard work hunting fox. When I woke up, my parents were back with fire wood. I guess, I won't be playing in the fire pit anymore. Bummer!
The sun is setting again and daddy is grilling fish. My favorite dinner. I secretly hope the fox come back tonight. They don't seem as dangerous as dogs.
By the way, Mommy doesn't have good Mifi signal so the photos of me will have to wait until we stop in Sedona.
Oh yeah, I'm 10 months old as of today. My birthday is Feb. 28th. My mommy made a mistake in my first blog. Hey! She's only human. Meow!
Well, I am back again. We stopped at another city by the ocean. This time there weren't any of those barking sea lions but the sea gulls fly by in huge packs. They taunt me with the foot steps as the walk across the roof of our home. Then I met the smallest dog that I have ever seen. It didn't bark and it had trouble walking. My dad said it was a boxer puppy. I didn't get to close but it seemed harmless. I wish all dogs were like this little guy. Most just freak me out.
My dad and mom took me for a ride in the Jeep. I sat in my mom's lap watching the ocean as my dad drove us down the beach. I like the smell of ocean. We drove up and down and all around this huge sandbox. Then we stopped and I got out. The sand was everywhere. I dug and dug but there was still more. I even ate some of it. I wouldn't do that again. It might smell like fish but it tasted horrible. I had fun playing in the sand.
I stepped out of the rig into a new world. My mom and dad took me for a walk around the RV park but this time it smelled of fish and I could hear a strange roar in the distance. Then out of the corner of my eye I saw him. The biggest cat ever! He approached and I did my biggest "scaredy cat pose" but he kept coming toward me. He growled and I shrunk. Then out of no where I growled, too. 'What was that sound?' I kept doing it but he started hissing. Now what! That's all the moves I know. So I ran! My mom had my leash, so she ran, too. He followed us. I jumped up onto the picnic table then he sprayed all of the bushes by our home. It stunk! I knew I had to either give up ground or lose. He said, "This was my home not yours." My dad opened the door and I jumped inside the rig. "Can't get me now, big bully!" I meowed. I love being outside. This isn't fair!
I thought that was the fright of my life but NO! Later, I jumped into the Jeep. I love the Jeep. We get to go on bumpy roads. This time they took me to a strange land of sand. A big horn shouted warnings and there were sounds like dogs crying. "Where were we?" My mom said that this is the ocean and those are sea lions. Big dogs to me. I did not like this at all. I dug into the sand and watched as huge birds flew over head. This is not good! Not good at All!. I wanted to be safe and warm in my home. I gave my mom the saddest meow possible then she picked me up and zipped me into her jacket. I felt better. The ocean is not for me!
I had just turned 4 months old. I lived with my sister and my two brothers in a small cage at the Central Missouri Humane Society. My first caretakers were so nice to me. They would play with me and feed me but they never took me home. Day after day, I sat in my little home waiting for a human to adopt me. Months passed and we were growing so fast. Then one day a human couple peered through my window. I jumped up and approached the window. "Look happy, look cute, paw the window," I thought to myself. Humans like that. Then the door opened and she pulled me out. Her face smiled down at me. I purred, "Take me!" They played with me for a long time. I thought this is it. I found my family but then they put me back into the cage. My heart sank. My siblings tried to console me by playing with me, but I kept looking longingly out the cage window. 'Why did they leave me?' Then the next day they were back. The man took me into the play room while the lady filled out some papers. I played so hard trying to impress him. Soon after my caretakers took me to the veterinarian to get spade. When I woke up, the human couple was there. She held me in her arms and kissed me. I tried to purr, but I was too sleepy. When I woke up again, I was in their home. My home! They even gave me a cool name. Lyra! I'm named after a northern star constellation. My human parents travel around the country in a motor coach. My favorite things to do are to go on hikes and eat grasshoppers. I'm almost 10 months old now. I've seen some pretty amazing things. I hope my feline followers enjoy my blog.
I was born Feb. 28, 2015. I am part Maine Coon and Tabby. My human parents adopted me when I was 4 months old from Columbia, MO humane Society. I travel with them around the country in our motor coach.