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!
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.