Sorry my feline friends. I know I haven't blogged in a long time. I was doing, you know, cat stuff.
I practiced my rock climbing. I think, I'm getting pretty good at it. My human parents couldn't keep up with me. 4 legs are better than 2. We were in Prescott, AZ.
The most exciting thing lately is our new RV site has a tree. If I wasn't attached to the lead, I know I could climb all the way to the top. They never let me. My human dad does let me run free in the dog park. Oh yeah, I leave my mark just to drive the barkers crazy. (insert evil meow here)
Over Christmas, I met my human grandparents. They loved to pet me. It was my first time in a house. It was so big. I did like the shiny lights and ornaments on the tree. I was a good kitty. I only batted one. My human mommy gave the "You're going in the kennel" look. Denied again!
My human parents keep talking about trees of stone. I sure would like to sink my mighty claws into one of them. Maybe they will take me to this Petrified Forest before we leave.
My hunting skills are improving. I almost got a bird. It wasn't a clean kill and my dad was upset that I wounded it. It flopped away. Next time, I'll get one. I know, my parents don't like it. I'm a cat. It's what I do! 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.